Chapter 338

Evelyn was so engrossed in her work that she didn’t notice Nathaniel’s presence until his arms wrapped around her from behind.

She stiffened, then wrinkled her nose. "You went to the hospital?"

Nathaniel paused, surprised by her sharp senses.

"Are you tracking me now?" he teased.

"That’s the smell of antiseptic clinging to you."

He smirked, pinching her cheek. "What are you, a bloodhound?"

She shot him a dry look. "You’re the one who smells like a hospital."

His grin widened. "If I am, then so are you."

"Go shower. You reek."

He chuckled, stepping closer until their breaths mingled. The faint floral scent of her perfume made his grip tighten around her waist.

His voice dropped low. "Already pushing me away? That’s cold."

"Let go."

"Not even a quick hug? You’re ruthless."

"Nathaniel."

"I’m right here." His tone softened at her sharpness.

Evelyn exhaled, baffled.

What had gotten into him? He’d been unusually clingy all evening.

With the architectural competition less than a week away, Evelyn’s schedule was packed. She spent hours meticulously reviewing every blueprint, ensuring no errors slipped through. Her dedication didn’t go unnoticed—even her three assistants worked harder, learning from her precision.

After wrapping up her morning tasks, she headed to the hospital with lunch for Beatrice, carefully selecting light, nutritious dishes from Scarlett.

Stepping off the elevator, she nearly collided with Isabella.

Even behind oversized sunglasses, Evelyn recognized her instantly.

This was their first encounter since Isabella’s call about Beatrice’s condition. Neither spoke, their expressions icy as they sized each other up. Evelyn moved to walk past her.

Isabella blocked her path, lips curling. "Evelyn, your grandmother’s getting treatment now. Shouldn’t you thank me? Without my call, you’d still be clueless."

Evelyn stopped, meeting her gaze evenly.

Half true, half twisted.

Yes, Isabella had informed her—but not out of kindness. It was a calculated move to drive a wedge between her and Nathaniel.

Evelyn’s voice turned frosty. "We both know why you did it. Do you really expect gratitude?"

Isabella’s smirk faltered. "Ungrateful. Who knows what state Beatrice would be in without me?"

"Should we argue here?" Evelyn countered coolly. "Let the whole hospital hear how disgusting you are?"

Isabella stiffened. As a public figure, she couldn’t afford a scene.

After a beat, she leaned in, lowering her voice. "I didn’t come to fight. Beatrice needs a heart transplant. Did you know Nathaniel got tested last night?" Her smile turned predatory. "The matching heart? It’s mine. Do you want it?"