Chapter 362

Nathaniel was taken aback by Evelyn's calm demeanor. The moment he'd heard about the incident, he'd abandoned his meetings and raced over, expecting to find her distressed. Yet here she stood, composed as ever.

His fingers brushed her cheek lightly. "I had Samuel rearrange the performance order. You'll go on later now. Use this time to prepare properly."

Just then, the computer specialist Samuel had summoned arrived.

After thirty intense minutes, the formatted files were miraculously restored - every design intact. Evelyn's face lit up as she grasped Nathaniel's arm. "Thank you," she whispered.

"Is that all I get?" His eyebrow arched playfully.

"I'll cook you dinner after this is over? As proper thanks?"

Nathaniel's voice softened. "No need. Not in your condition." His gaze flickered toward Samuel briefly before adding, "Just be a little sweeter to me. That's thanks enough."

Evelyn's cheeks pinkened. "I'm not a child," she muttered.

His chuckle was warm. "No, you're far more complicated than any child."

"What?" Her eyes narrowed. "That's ridiculous! I'm perfectly reasonable. If I'm ever upset, it's because you've done something to deserve it." She punctuated this with a light swat to his arm, a silent warning.

"Nathaniel Martin, if you dare come home tonight—"

His grin only widened.

A sudden snort from Samuel shattered the moment. Two pairs of eyes snapped toward him.

The secretary paled. "I'll just—" He practically sprinted from the room.

Evelyn pouted. "Now he'll think I'm some temperamental shrew."

"Do you honestly care what he thinks?" Nathaniel's tone carried an unexpected edge.

"Of course! If he gets the wrong impression—"

"You're my wife," Nathaniel cut in firmly. "His opinion means nothing."

Evelyn fell silent, lips pressed together.

Those three words echoed in her mind: You're my wife.

Did he realize the weight of what he'd just said? What it truly implied?