Chapter 283

Evelyn hesitated for a moment before replying softly, "Just hot water, no brown sugar."

"Got it. Give me a sec. These billiards guys usually drink ice water, so I'll need to boil some fresh for you." Nathan York scratched his head and hurried toward the bar.

Evelyn crossed her arms, her gaze drifting to Vivian Dempsey and Yvonne Young locked in an intense game nearby.

Vivian was on a roll, sinking five balls in a row with aggressive precision while Yvonne stomped her feet in frustration.

The corner of Evelyn's lips lifted.

"What's so amusing?"

She blinked, snapping out of her thoughts. "Finished your call?"

Gregory Wilson pocketed his phone. "Olivia said Simon Stapleton and his mother caused another scene at the hospital. But don’t worry—the director had security throw them out immediately."

The tension in Evelyn's shoulders eased slightly. "We should’ve told the director sooner."

"Timing was perfect." Gregory leaned against the wall. "If you hadn’t laid the groundwork, he wouldn’t have acted so decisively."

"At least Natalie will get her assets back."

Gregory chuckled. "When a father sees his daughter in that state, he’d agree to anything just to end the marriage." He paused, then added dryly, "If my future daughter ever dates trash like that, I’ll break her legs."

Evelyn arched a brow. "Thinking far ahead, aren’t you? No girlfriend yet already worrying about a daughter? How’s Ms. Tan these days?"

"Busy." His tone was flat.

"With you two barely seeing each other—"

"Doctors are busy. Neither of us can complain." He cut her off, clearly unwilling to continue the topic.

Evelyn took the hint and fell silent.

"Since we’re just standing around, want a billiards lesson?"

She waved her hands dismissively. "My coordination is nonexistent. I only passed the 800-meter run in college because the teacher took pity on me."

Gregory had already selected two cues and handed her one. "Billiards is about technique."

Reluctantly accepting the cue, she followed him to the table.

Gregory bent over to break, his movements crisp and efficient. The triangular formation scattered instantly.

"Start with basic shots." He positioned the cue ball. "Aim to hit the brown one into the corner pocket."

Evelyn leaned down, fumbling as she tried to steady the cue.

"Your grip’s wrong." Gregory set down his own cue and stepped behind her.

His fingers lightly adjusted hers, his warm breath brushing her ear. "Like this—fingers slightly curved to create a pivot point for the cue."