Chapter 355

Evelyn wasn't particularly curious. Gregory was a grown man, after all. From her perspective, she genuinely hoped he would find someone who suited him—someone he truly loved.

But Gabrielle's cautious expression, as if she'd stumbled upon some earth-shattering secret, piqued Evelyn's interest. She tilted her head. "Who is it? Who's got you acting like this?"

Gabrielle hesitated, lowering her voice. "The woman Mr. Wilson is seeing… she's the one I met at the café."

"You saw her?"

"Yes. Not her face, though. She looked elegant—well-dressed, great figure. Mr. Wilson has good taste, so she must be stunning."

Evelyn lost interest. Without knowing the woman’s identity, speculation was pointless.

Still, she pressed, "How do you know it’s the same person from Danielle’s photo?"

"Because Danielle only captured her back."

Evelyn frowned but didn’t push further.

If it was just a photo of the woman’s back, Gregory wouldn’t have reacted so strongly.

His anger suggested he didn’t want anyone in the company seeing that picture. He’s protecting her. The realization brought Evelyn an odd sense of relief.

If Gregory had someone to shield, then he’d only ever see Evelyn as a friend.

And Nathaniel wouldn’t misunderstand their relationship anymore.

At the thought of Nathaniel, her expression darkened.

Not long after Evelyn and Victoria left, Nathaniel and Cassandra returned to the office.

Cassandra hesitated before finally speaking. "Nathaniel… did you marry Evelyn because of your grandfather?"

Nathaniel glanced at her. "Yes."

"You two have nothing in common, do you?"

"It doesn’t matter."

His tone was calm, detached.

Cassandra narrowed her eyes. "Honestly, I never expected you to settle for an arranged marriage—let alone have a child with her."

"Evelyn is exceptional. There’s nothing strange about it."

During their marriage, Evelyn had been the perfect wife—gentle, attentive, effortlessly managing everything at home. She knew his habits, his preferences. He’d grown accustomed to that life.

But since she moved out, she’d shed that persona entirely.

She was vibrant now. Alive.

And Nathaniel found himself inexplicably drawn to her.

When he realized how completely she captivated him, it didn’t surprise him. She was extraordinary.

Her beauty alone could drive men to obsession.

A faint smile touched his lips as he answered Cassandra.

She stared at him, stunned.

After a beat, she asked, "Nathaniel… are you really over Isabella? I remember how much you loved her. Even though you were in different worlds, you never let her suffer. A year ago, she nearly died because of you—ended up in a vegetative state. That scandal shook Marseille. Can you truly move on?"

Nathaniel’s expression darkened—whether at the mention of Isabella or Cassandra’s words, it was unclear.