Chapter 67

Nathaniel's lips curved into a teasing smirk as he watched her struggle.

When Evelyn finally managed to knot his tie, she glanced up and suddenly remembered something. "Are you free next Monday?" she asked.

"No," he answered flatly, his tone indifferent.

Evelyn pressed her lips together but said nothing more. She did, however, deliberately tug his tie crooked before stepping away.

He glanced down, adjusting the silk fabric back into place. "Why? What's happening Monday?"

Evelyn turned to study Nathaniel. After a moment's consideration, she realized bringing him to her graduation ceremony was problematic.

Even if he had time, what role would he play there? A man of his status would only draw unwanted attention.

"Nothing. Just curious," she lied, abandoning the idea.

Nathaniel didn't press further. Instead, he closed the distance between them, tilting her chin up with two fingers. "Still having stomach pains?" he asked with mock concern.

Evelyn glared. "Thanks for your concern, sir. I'm perfectly fine now."

"Good. Try not to die in my house," he deadpanned, releasing her. Slinging his suit jacket over one arm, he turned to leave.

Evelyn shook her fist at his retreating figure. This man deserves a good punch.

Margaret came to mind next, but Evelyn hesitated. While the elderly woman would gladly attend, the lengthy ceremony might be too taxing.

I'll go alone.

Monday arrived swiftly. The university auditorium buzzed with excitement as the dean began his opening address.

Each department's top student stood proudly with their families—except Evelyn. She stood conspicuously alone in the front row.

Up in the academic affairs office, the director frowned. "Mr. Grayson, this is the seventh course your sister has failed. At this rate, she may not graduate."

Nathaniel massaged his temples, having long given up on Abigail's academic pursuits. His gaze drifted downward through the window—and caught sight of Evelyn on stage. "What's that?"

"The senior graduation ceremony," the director explained. "Those are each department's top students with their families." He blinked at Evelyn's solitary figure. "Strange... Why is Miss Whitmore alone? She's our most distinguished student."

Nathaniel's eyes narrowed. So this was why she'd asked about Monday.

The director sighed. "Shame her family doesn't appreciate such an exceptional daughter."

A smirk played on Nathaniel's lips. "Does a husband count as family?"

The director startled. "Pardon?"