Chapter 238

Nathan's expression darkened as he studied the photo in his hands.

Could it be that Alexander Prescott also had feelings for Evelyn?

The mere thought sent a surge of irritation through him.

Without hesitation, he forwarded the photo to Dylan, along with a sharp message:

"Guess who I just spotted at The Velvet Lounge tonight. Not sure what’s going on, but Alexander and Evelyn seem awfully cozy. Any idea what’s happening between them?"

After hitting send, Nathan tossed his phone onto the coffee table with a frustrated sigh.

Meanwhile, Evelyn fell silent at Alexander’s question.

After a long pause, she finally nodded. "Yes. My decision is final."

This time, she meant it.

She was exhausted—exhausted from hoping, from waiting, only to have her heart broken again and again.

Maybe it was better this way. No expectations meant no disappointment.

Alexander lowered his gaze, his thoughts unreadable, his expression carefully blank.

Elsewhere, Dylan’s phone buzzed with Nathan’s message. The moment he saw the photo, his jaw clenched.

Alexander and Evelyn.

What the hell were they doing together?

Did they really need to sit that close just to talk? From the angle of the photo, it almost looked like they were about to—

His grip tightened around his phone.

Though Alexander’s broad frame obscured most of Evelyn in the picture, Dylan still caught a glimpse of her blouse.

He recognized it instantly—the same one she had worn that morning.

And whether by accident or design, Natalie Brooks was completely cut out of the frame, leaving Dylan with the impression that Evelyn and Alexander were alone in that dimly lit lounge.

With a sharp exhale, Dylan slammed his phone onto his desk.

His pulse roared in his ears.

Minutes stretched into hours.

By the time the clock struck eleven, Nathan could no longer resist the urge to call her.

The line rang endlessly before she finally picked up.

"What do you want?" Evelyn’s voice was ice.

"What time are you coming home?" Nathan demanded, his tone low and rough.

"That’s none of your concern, Mr. Black," she shot back.

Then—before he could respond—she hung up.

Nathan stared at his phone, fury burning through him.

How dare she?

To Be Continued...