Chapter 441

Evelyn frowned. Even with Jonathan holding the information she desperately needed, hesitation still gnawed at her.

Jonathan smirked. "Relax. I won’t breathe a word about your location to the Graysons—Nathaniel included."

Her breath hitched. He’d read her hesitation effortlessly and sealed the deal with that promise. Now, she had no excuse to refuse.

"Fine," she conceded. "There’s a cozy little Korean BBQ spot I know. My treat."

The last thing she needed was some upscale restaurant where Nathaniel’s circle might lurk. Jonathan, in his tailored suit, screamed high society. A crowded, casual joint was safer—less chance of rumors sparking.

No one would mistake this for a date. Just two friends sharing a meal.

Jonathan’s eyes gleamed with amusement, as if he’d unraveled her plan. "Deal. Thanks for the free meal."

After leaving Sebastian’s address for the gallery to deliver the Vivian Sterling paintings, they headed out. The restaurant Evelyn chose was a bustling hotspot, alive with sizzling grills and chatter.

The moment they stepped in, whispers erupted. Women’s gazes latched onto Jonathan—drawn to his aristocratic aura but too intimidated to approach.

Under their stares, a waiter led them to their table. Evelyn scanned the menu, then slid it toward Jonathan. "Order whatever you want, Kind Sir."

His lips quirked at the nickname. Without hesitation, he marked several dishes—stir-fried octopus, spicy pork belly, kimchi stew.

Evelyn blinked. He navigated the menu like a regular.

Weird. Men like him didn’t frequent places like this. Most wouldn’t recognize half these dishes.

Yet here he was, ordering like a pro.

A memory flickered—Nathaniel’s first time here. He’d tried, for her sake, but discomfort had radiated off him.

Jonathan, though? Utterly at ease.

After finalizing their order, he poured her a glass of barley tea. Then, casually: "So, Evelyn. Rumor is you moved out of Nathaniel’s place a month ago. Does that mean you two are done?"