Chapter 43

Evelyn wasn't concerned about Victoria and Cassandra damaging the painting. Nathaniel had always kept Vivian Sterling's identity closely guarded, so they remained unaware she was Evelyn's mother. Even if they discovered the truth, Evelyn doubted they'd harm such a valuable piece. Those two might despise her mother, but their love for wealth would override any petty grudges.

Stepping outside, Evelyn headed for the nearest bus stop to return to the Grayson estate.

As she waited, a sleek black car pulled up beside her.

Nathaniel's car. Again. "For heaven's sake," she muttered. "Is this man stalking me or is the universe playing jokes?"

Lucas emerged from the passenger seat and opened the rear door. "Miss Whitmore, Mr. Grayson sent me to collect you."

Noticing Nathaniel's absence, Evelyn's frown deepened. "How did he know I'd be here? Are you following me?" The thought crossed her mind - was he afraid she'd disappear?

Lucas maintained his professional demeanor. "When you mentioned returning home during yesterday's call, Mr. Grayson instructed me to wait for you here."

"Oh. Right." Realizing resistance was futile, Evelyn slid into the car. "Where are we going today?"

Resuming his seat, Lucas turned slightly. "Mr. Grayson wishes to dine with you before returning home together."

Evelyn's eyebrows shot up. "What's gotten into him? Did he wake up on the wrong side of the bed today?" The idea of Nathaniel voluntarily sharing a meal with her seemed absurd.

Lucas's expression stiffened, his mouth twitching slightly. He'd grown somewhat accustomed to her blunt remarks. "Actually, Mrs. Grayson called earlier. She... expressed dissatisfaction about him leaving you alone so often."

"Ah." Evelyn smirked. "That explains it." She crossed her arms. "What's on the menu?"

"French cuisine, if that suits your—"

"Not interested." Evelyn cut him off. "Tell him I want Asian food."

Lucas blinked rapidly, struggling to maintain composure. "I... see. I'll relay your preference immediately."

This woman was unlike any other. Most would kill for a chance to dine with Nathaniel Grayson, let alone dictate the cuisine. Asian food? Lucas couldn't recall Nathaniel ever eating anything but European fare in his entire privileged life.