Chapter 451

Evelyn Sinclair had declared countless times that she no longer harbored feelings for Nathan Blackwood. Yet, no one truly believed her.

Did they all assume this was just another one of her dramatic episodes with Nathan?

Just as Preston Sinclair thought she wouldn’t answer his question, Evelyn laughed.

Her expression was radiant, her confidence innate. There was a spark of defiance in her gaze, a magnetic allure that couldn’t be ignored.

"If loving someone is supposed to last a lifetime, does that mean you never intend to remarry after your wife’s passing?"

Her retort was just as bold and direct as his question. But Evelyn couldn’t soften her words—not when his inquiry had made her blood boil.

Preston froze.

For a moment, he was taken aback by her sharpness. But instead of anger, a low chuckle escaped him. His lips curved into an amused smile.

"Understood."

He didn’t need to answer. They both knew the truth.

And in that moment, something unfamiliar stirred in Preston’s chest.

He hadn’t remarried because he hadn’t met the right person. With his status, he didn’t need to settle—nor did he require a marriage of convenience.

Theodore "Teddy" Winslow trailed behind them, nearly dying of anxiety.

He had heard Evelyn’s response, but it made no sense to him.

What the hell does that mean?!

Why is Ms. Sinclair asking if Mr. Sinclair plans to remarry?

Is she mocking him for being widowed?

Or is she telling him to stay away from her?

Does that mean she still loves Nathan but is too proud to admit it?

That has to be it!

Inside Highland Estates, Nathan’s condition had improved.

The staff attended to him with meticulous care, not daring to slack off.

Leaning against the leather couch, his face still pale, Nathan stared at the email Harrison had sent him. His phone buzzed incessantly.

A glance confirmed it was Tristan Whitmore.

Nathan ignored it.

But Tristan was relentless.

Annoyed, Nathan slammed his laptop shut and snatched up the phone, his voice icy.

"Speak. And it better be important."

If it wasn’t, Tristan would regret this call.

Tristan hesitated, unable to hide the urgency in his voice.

"What are you doing? Did you go to France with Evelyn?"

Nathan’s jaw tightened.

"Yes. And I’m hanging up if this is all you have to say."

"Hmph! You ditched me for Costa Azul but went on a trip with Evelyn?! Since when do you abandon your friends for love?!"

Nathan’s fingers twitched.

"But—why the hell did Preston Sinclair go with you? I don’t get this weird dynamic between you three."

Nathan’s grip on the phone tightened.

"How do you know?"

No one had been informed of their travel plans. Preston certainly wouldn’t have announced it.

"Everyone knows! Evelyn posted a picture with Preston. You didn’t see it?"

A pause. Then, Tristan’s voice dropped.

"Oh. Right. She blocked you."

Nathan’s expression darkened.

"What photo?"

Tristan swallowed, sensing the dangerous shift in Nathan’s tone. He didn’t dare tease him now.

"Uh… it’s just the two of them. Looks like some kind of official announcement. People are speculating if they’re dating."

His voice grew quieter with each word, the chill from the other end of the line palpable.

Nathan’s fingers clenched.

"Send it to me."

"Okay, but—"

The line went dead.