Chapter 313

Nathan Blackwood's speech was mediocre at best, but the audience still erupted in polite applause.

Evelyn Sinclair maintained her poised smile, though internally she was rolling her eyes.

When the time came to present the award, Nathan took the trophy and certificate from the attendant and handed them to Sophia Laurent.

Sophia trembled with nerves. Standing before Nathan Blackwood—a titan of industry whose mere presence commanded respect—was overwhelming.

She imagined how different her life would be if she could secure his favor. No more desperate networking events or compromising dinners.

With delicate hands, Sophia accepted the award, her cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and ambition.

"Thank you, Mr. Blackwood. I've admired your work for years. I'd love the opportunity to collaborate someday."

Nathan barely spared her a glance before turning away.

During the group photo, protocol dictated that Nathan stand beside the male winner, separating him from Evelyn.

But Nathan shamelessly positioned himself next to Evelyn instead, forcing Sophia awkwardly out of frame.

The arrangement caused murmurs among the attendees. The other winners exchanged confused glances.

Evelyn clenched her jaw but kept her smile intact. The last thing she needed was a scene in front of the press.

Damn it. Julian won’t be able to ride my coattails now.

The moment the ceremony ended, Evelyn bolted. She skipped the reception entirely, slipping out unnoticed.

Nathan, meanwhile, was swarmed by sycophants. His gaze tracked Evelyn’s retreating figure as she disappeared into her car.

"Mr. Blackwood?"

A soft voice interrupted his thoughts. Sophia stood behind him, shivering in her flimsy dress. The cold wind made her appear fragile—pitiable, even.

Nathan’s expression remained indifferent as he tried to place her.

The crowd around them exchanged knowing looks before discreetly dispersing.

Sophia stepped closer, biting her lip.

"My manager left with my coat. Could I trouble you for a ride?" She hugged her bare arms, emphasizing her discomfort.

Nathan pulled out his phone. "Harrison. Bring the car around."

Sophia brightened—until his next words froze her in place.

"No. She’s out of the way."

Without another glance, he walked off, leaving Sophia standing there, humiliated.

Inside the car, Nathan’s expression darkened.

"Where are the photos?"

Harrison tapped his phone and sent over the edited group shot.

The final image showed only two people: Nathan and Evelyn, standing side by side.

A faint smirk tugged at Nathan’s lips—until realization struck like a blade.

In three years of marriage, they had never taken a single photo together.

His chest tightened.

How much had he missed?