Chapter 441

Evelyn Sinclair commanded attention wherever she went.

Just like that first night at Velvet Lounge when Nathan Blackwood first heard her play the violin on stage.

She had been radiant, passionate, and utterly self-assured.

As if every beautiful thing in the universe existed solely for her.

That memory would forever be etched in Nathan's mind.

Evelyn watched the rippling waters of River Aurora in silence.

Was this psychopath Nathan trying to ruin her perfect evening?

"I suddenly want to give you every beautiful thing this world has to offer," Nathan murmured.

Was he serious? Evelyn whirled around, eyebrows knitted together.

Just as she opened her mouth to respond, fireworks exploded across the night sky behind Nathan.

Vibrant bursts of amethyst and crimson illuminated the darkness.

A breathtaking spectacle unfolded as the meteor shower cascaded toward the river's surface.

Evelyn gasped at the dazzling display reflecting off the water.

Nathan sat motionless in his wheelchair, silhouetted against the pyrotechnics. Yet he appeared anything but fragile.

His gaze never left Evelyn's awestruck face, ignoring the fireworks completely.

His eyes softened with possessive tenderness as he studied her reaction. "Do you like it?"

Evelyn caught her breath. "This was you?"

Arranging fireworks over River Aurora required navigating countless regulations. How had he managed it?

Nathan's lips curved into a smile.

Before he could answer, a tall, imposing figure approached them.

Preston Sinclair chuckled lowly. "It's King Alexander III's birthday celebration. We're fortunate to witness this projection - remarkably lifelike, isn't it?"

Evelyn turned toward Preston, her face lighting up. "What an incredible coincidence!"

Preston nodded. "There's a festival happening downstream. Your father and Oliver went to investigate. Shall we join them?"

"Absolutely!" Evelyn eagerly agreed.

She'd initially assumed Nathan orchestrated this display. What a relief to discover otherwise.

Nathan would never plan something so whimsical - his idea of romance involved throwing money and jewelry at problems.

As Evelyn reached for Nathan's wheelchair, Preston smoothly intercepted.

"Your father's looking for you," Preston said, his voice smooth as velvet. "I'll assist Mr. Blackwood."

Evelyn didn't hesitate, dashing off with childlike enthusiasm.

Marcus, her ever-present bodyguard, followed close behind, leaving Theodore standing awkwardly nearby.

Preston took control of Nathan's wheelchair.

An oppressive silence descended between the two men.

The vibrant fireworks created a stark contrast to their icy standoff.

Both were titans of industry, sharp-minded and battle-hardened from years at the corporate summit.

Though they rarely interacted, each understood the other's nature perfectly.

Nathan flicked away a fallen leaf with chilling precision. His entire demeanor had shifted - this was a side of himself he never showed Evelyn.

"Mr. Sinclair," Nathan's voice dripped with menace, "your intentions extend beyond mere business collaboration, don't they?"

Preston kept one hand casually in his pocket, his towering frame radiating equal authority.

He met Nathan's piercing gaze with an amused smirk. "Mr. Blackwood, are you upset about Oliver joining us... or that I accompanied him?"

The unspoken challenge hung between them.

Preston saw no need for denial - his presence spoke volumes.

Nathan's eyes narrowed dangerously, their predatory glint unmistakable in the flickering light.

"You dare challenge me?"