Chapter 366

"Wrong number? Then who do you want to date?" Nathan's voice was smooth as velvet, laced with amusement.

"Anyone but you!" Evelyn snapped.

She was fuming, her cheeks flushed with irritation. Leo blinked up at her, utterly bewildered by her reaction.

Nathan fell silent for a beat before speaking again, his tone lower, more deliberate.

"Didn't you used to adore me?"

"That was a lifetime ago," Evelyn retorted.

She had nearly forgotten the heartache of those days.

Her voice sharpened as she added, "That's in the past. I've moved on. You don’t—"

Before Nathan could respond, Evelyn grabbed Leo by the scruff of his neck and hissed, "Hang up. Now!"

Leo whimpered but obeyed, ending the call with a dejected flick of his paw. His big, sad eyes welled up with tears.

Evelyn’s anger softened. She released him and stroked his head gently.

"You little troublemaker," she sighed. "You know I can’t stand him. Why would you call him?"

"But Mama," Leo protested, "you said you wanted to date the most perfect man!"

Evelyn scoffed. "He’s divorced! That disqualifies him immediately!"

"But he was married to you," Leo reasoned. "If he meets all your other standards, doesn’t that balance it out?"

"Absolutely not!"

Leo shrank back, his tail drooping. "Oh… okay."

Later that night, Evelyn’s phone buzzed with a message.

She glanced at it, then rolled her eyes.

[No dating anyone else.]

"As if he has any say," she muttered, tossing her phone aside.

The Regal Grand Hotel, Presidential Suite

Oliver Sinclair bolted for the door, stark naked, only to be scooped up by a towering bodyguard.

The little boy wailed dramatically. "I wanna sleep with Pretty Lady! I don’t wanna stay here!"

The bodyguard deposited him onto the sofa while the maid emerged with pajamas in hand.

"Young Master," she chided gently, "Mr. Sinclair won’t be pleased if you keep running off. You’ll scare the lady away!"

Oliver pouted. "But I miss her!"

The maid crouched down, her voice conspiratorial. "You have to win her over first, Young Master. Be charming!"

Oliver’s sapphire eyes widened. "Really?"

The bodyguard handed him a glass of milk and nodded firmly. "Yes!"

Late that night, Preston Sinclair returned to the suite. The staff stood guard, ensuring Oliver didn’t escape again.

"Mr. Sinclair," the maid greeted, taking his coat.

Preston hummed in acknowledgment and walked over to Oliver’s bed. The boy was fast asleep, murmuring, "Pretty Lady… mwah…"

The adults exchanged exasperated looks.

Before leaving, Preston paused. "If he wants to see Ms. Sterling tomorrow, let him."

The staff gaped.

The next morning, Oliver was dressed impeccably in a tiny tuxedo, his hair slicked back.

The maid clasped her hands. "So handsome! She’ll adore you!"

Oliver preened. "Only for Pretty Lady!"

He turned to the bodyguard. "Did you find out how to impress her?"

The bodyguard held up his tablet. "Flowers."

The maid shook her head. "Jewelry!"

Oliver grinned. "I’ll get both!"

At the flower shop, the florist paled when the hulking bodyguard approached.

"Uh… can I help you?"

"Roses? No—wait." The bodyguard pointed. "Those white ones!"

Our Young Master must stand out.

Meanwhile, the maid marched into a high-end boutique.

The sales associate brightened. "Looking for something special?"

"The heaviest gold bracelet you have," the maid declared.

Our Young Master must be seen as generous.