Chapter 420

"What's on your mind?"

Evelyn snapped out of her thoughts when Nathaniel lightly tapped her nose.

He crouched down, bringing himself to eye level with her as she sat on the edge of the bed.

"The grill was left alone too long, so everything burned. I already asked someone to make fresh food for you—it'll be here soon," Nathaniel said softly.

Evelyn wasn't hungry anymore after the chicken wings Benjamin had given her. She smirked, tilting her head.

"Tell me, Nathaniel... you don’t have any big, dark secrets you’re hiding from me, do you?"

A flicker of hesitation crossed his face before he knelt in front of her, his gaze unwavering. "No. I don’t."

"Good."

She believed him without question. Amelia’s nonsense hadn’t shaken her. In fact, she would’ve forgotten the whole thing if Amelia hadn’t given her that unsettling smile earlier.

After two months with Nathaniel, Evelyn knew one thing for certain—his integrity was unshakable. He wasn’t the kind of man who would abandon his own child.

And Amelia? She loved playing games. If she really had a child with Nathaniel, she would’ve used it to force him into marriage long ago. Keeping it a secret? Not her style.

Nathaniel studied her. "Why ask me that?"

Evelyn shrugged. "Just curious. Anyway, want to try one of Benjamin’s chicken wings? They’re amazing."

She grabbed one from the bedside table and held it out to him.

Nathaniel took a bite, smiling. "You’re right. Delicious. Have more if you like them. Then we’ll head home."

Evelyn nodded. "Sure."

He ruffled her hair, his eyes warm. "Eat up, trouble."

Internally, he berated himself. Today was supposed to be fun, but instead, she’d ended up in the pond. He swore it wouldn’t happen again.

By the time they got back to the estate, it was late.

Nathaniel walked her to her door. "I’m leaving for a business trip tomorrow. Take care of yourself while I’m gone, okay? Don’t wander off too much. Don’t make me worry."

"How long?"

"About two weeks."

Evelyn frowned. "Why so long?"

Nathaniel smirked, leaning in. "Sounds like someone’s going to miss me. How about a goodbye kiss?"

He tilted his head, waiting.

Evelyn grinned but didn’t indulge him. Instead, she patted his cheek. "Nice try. Safe travels. Goodnight."

With that, she slipped into her room and locked the door.

Nathaniel exhaled, torn between amusement and frustration.

That little minx. One kiss. Is that too much to ask?

Over the next two weeks, Evelyn threw herself into designing the new Grayson Group headquarters while Nathaniel was away.