Chapter 348

Nathaniel's lips curled into a cold smirk. "So you genuinely don't miss me? You refuse to reconcile?"

Evelyn glared at him, her brows knitting together. "Who forced you to threaten me? You even dragged Beatrice into this. Do you have any idea how much she means to me?"

"And you?" His voice dropped dangerously. "You're using our unborn child as leverage. Does this baby hold no value to you?"

"That's different—"

"I don't care about your reasons. Never threaten me like that again. Understood?"

Evelyn pressed her lips together, refusing to answer. Nathaniel tilted her chin up with his fingers, his touch deceptively gentle. "Answer me, sweetheart."

Her voice softened, though her words remained sharp. "So now I'm the villain, and you're blameless?"

Confusion flickered in his eyes.

Hadn’t this been about her actions? How had the tables turned so quickly?

Before he could respond, Evelyn struck again. "Tomorrow, I’m telling Beatrice everything. She trusts you completely, yet you exploited her trust to manipulate me. Nathaniel, who’s truly heartless here—you or me?"

He recognized the trap instantly.

Leaning closer, he murmured, "Fine. I’ll apologize to her myself tomorrow. I’ll confess everything—including your little plan to terminate the pregnancy. Let her decide who’s at fault."

Evelyn’s eyes flashed. "So this isn’t reconciliation. It’s another warning."

Nathaniel chuckled darkly.

Cupping her face, he whispered, "You talk too much. I prefer you silent."

Then his mouth captured hers in a searing kiss.

By the time he pulled away, Evelyn was breathless, her legs unsteady. She clung to him for support.

Seizing the moment, Nathaniel swept her into his arms and carried her toward the bedroom.

Just like that, their feud dissolved into the night.

The next morning, Nathaniel drove Evelyn to the hospital for breakfast with Beatrice. The older woman blinked in surprise at their early arrival.

"Since when do young people wake up this early?" Beatrice teased.

"Maybe I’m not as young as you think," Evelyn quipped.

Nathaniel smiled smoothly. "She insisted we come. And I haven’t visited in days—my apologies. I hope you’ll forgive me."

Beatrice’s eyes twinkled. "Did Evelyn force you to say that?"

Nathaniel stayed silent, letting the implication hang.

Evelyn scowled. "Grandma, don’t believe him. I didn’t force anything."

She shot Nathaniel a glare. "Why stay quiet? Trying to make me look bad?"

Nathaniel merely grinned, pinching her cheek affectionately. The tenderness in his gaze was unmistakable.

Watching their exchange, Beatrice couldn’t suppress a delighted smile.

The trio chatted animatedly, filling the hospital room with warmth.

After breakfast, Nathaniel dropped Evelyn at her office. With the preliminary rounds approaching, her workload had doubled.

But the moment she stepped inside, she froze.

Danielle sat directly in front of the entrance, her chair blocking the way.

Evelyn’s polite mask slipped. "This isn’t a lounge. Move your chair elsewhere."