Chapter 392

Nathaniel didn't share her perspective. His eyes narrowed as he studied Evelyn, his voice dripping with icy displeasure. "So if I'm trapped in an obligation, that just happens to suit your plans perfectly, doesn't it?"

Evelyn met his gaze evenly. "If that's how you choose to interpret it, I can't change your mind."

Her casual response only deepened the frost between them.

The tension stretched as they stared each other down. Evelyn's lips pressed into a thin line before she finally broke the silence. "If you're coming with me, then get ready now." She still had a construction site to visit after the appointment.

Nathaniel remained motionless.

Evelyn waited a beat, then turned toward the dressing room without another word.

When she emerged, he was waiting.

Since Evelyn wasn't eating breakfast, Nathaniel dismissed the idea as well. He waved off Rosalind, who was setting the table. "Cancel breakfast."

Rosalind nodded and retreated.

Evelyn glanced at him. "You don't have to skip it just because I am."

"Not hungry," Nathaniel clipped.

His anger was palpable, but Evelyn chose not to engage further.

At the hospital, Evelyn took charge. "Let's go straight to the doctor."

Everything had been prearranged—no lines, no waiting.

Nathaniel stayed by her side as they rode the elevator up.

The hospital buzzed with activity, people rushing in every direction. The moment the elevator doors opened, a man in scrubs barreled into Evelyn's shoulder.

"Watch where you're going!" he snapped.

Evelyn stumbled, nearly losing her balance.

Nathaniel's arm shot out, steadying her before she could fall. His glare was lethal. "You're the one who needs to watch where you're going."

His voice was sharp enough to freeze the air.

The man paled, immediately recognizing his mistake. "I—I'm sorry."

Nathaniel's expression darkened. "Apologize to her."

The man turned to Evelyn, stammering. "Miss, I didn't mean—"

"If apologies fixed everything, would you like me to shove you next?" Nathaniel's tone was dangerously calm.

Evelyn caught his arm. "It's fine. Let's just go. The doctor's waiting."

Nathaniel hesitated, but Evelyn's insistence won out. He kept her close, his grip firm as they walked to the examination room.

The check-up lasted nearly an hour.

Evelyn endured it with gritted teeth, nausea hitting her hard multiple times. Nathaniel watched, his jaw tight, emotions churning in his eyes.

When it was finally over, his voice was rough. "No more after this. One is enough."

He pressed a kiss to her temple, then pulled her into his arms, holding her like she was the only thing keeping him grounded.