Chapter 367

The caller ID flashed Nathaniel's name.

Evelyn glanced at Charlotte and sighed. "If it's Danielle, I'm not surprised. She's always resented me, convinced I'm after Gregory."

"What's wrong with that Wilson family? Just answer the call already!"

Charlotte had never liked Gregory or his sister.

Evelyn tapped the answer button.

A warm, familiar voice filled her ear. "Have Charlotte take the company car back."

"Hmm?"

She scanned the street and spotted the familiar black sedan parked nearby.

Nathaniel continued, softer now. "Will you ride with me?"

The quiet plea in his tone made her lips curve. She remembered his words in the lounge earlier—how they'd settled deep in her chest.

"Alright," she murmured.

When the call ended, Charlotte smirked. "You’re practically glowing."

"Take them back to the office. Let Gregory wait there," Evelyn instructed.

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Nathaniel’s so ruthless. When he needed me in Marseille, he called nonstop. Now that he’s back to spoiling his wife, I’m disposable?"

Evelyn knew her friend’s sharp humor. "Thomas is in the car too. Want to join us instead?"

Charlotte waved her off. "No thanks. See you later."

She climbed into the sedan, and Liam sped off without hesitation.

Evelyn watched them leave before turning toward Nathaniel’s car.

Inside, she buckled her seatbelt. "Shouldn’t you be at lunch with the others?"

It was well past noon.

Nathaniel shot her a look. "After today? I’ve lost my appetite."

She understood. The mess with Danielle still simmered under her skin.

Misreading her silence, he frowned. "Why didn’t you tell me about the stolen designs? If you’d spoken up, we could’ve paused the competition."

She’d considered it—but it felt unfair. "We made it through. That’s luck on our side."

"Optimistic," he noted.

"Better than drowning in negativity. Would you rather I sulk?"

He had no rebuttal.

Lately, he’d developed a habit of pinching her cheeks. Ever since she’d filled out slightly, her softness seemed to fascinate him.

At a red light, his hand covered hers. His voice dropped. "I had Samuel look into it. That designer—Vivian Sterling—is connected to Danielle. He’ll send you the details later. Might be useful."

Evelyn already knew about Vivian and Danielle. But Nathaniel’s swift action impressed her. Whatever Samuel dug up would be valuable.

"You investigated her immediately?" she whispered.