Chapter 294

The morning sun had just begun to filter into Harmony Manor when Mrs. Sullivan eagerly sent the driver to fetch Evelyn.

"Evelyn dear, come try these freshly made osmanthus cakes," the elderly woman said warmly, guiding her to the dining table with a smile.

Evelyn obediently took her seat. The sweet pastry melted on her tongue.

"Grandmother, you look radiant today."

Mrs. Sullivan patted her hand affectionately. "Stay by my side at tonight's gala. I've been out of society for years and hardly recognize any of these socialites anymore. You'll have to introduce them to me."

"Of course. Don't worry."

Though the event wouldn't begin until evening, the manor buzzed with activity. Gardeners trimmed hedges, chefs prepped ingredients in the kitchen, and maids flitted about, polishing every surface.

With time to spare, Evelyn selected a poetry book from the study and retreated to the garden pavilion.

A gentle breeze rustled the pages as she read. After two poems, a tall figure blocked her light.

"Cousin?" She looked up, surprised.

Adrian Sullivan, dressed in a casual blazer, settled gracefully across from her. "Grandmother mentioned you were reading. I thought I'd join you."

His gaze lingered on the book in her hands.

"Did you need something?" Evelyn closed the volume.

Adrian chuckled. "You know Grandmother's intentions. But I have no interest in romance right now. I'd like your help."

Her fingers absently traced the book's spine.

"You want me to dissuade her?" She shook her head. "I'm afraid I can't."

"Miss Sullivan," Adrian leaned forward, "you of all people understand what it's like to be tied to someone you don't love. I won't lead anyone on or pretend for Grandmother's sake."

Evelyn's fingertips whitened against the book.

"What are you two discussing?"

Ethan Sullivan's icy voice cut through the pavilion. He strode to Evelyn's side, his glare sharp as a blade toward Adrian.

"If you have business, take it to Grandmother. Don't disturb my wife."

Adrian rose, giving Evelyn a meaningful look. "My apologies, sister-in-law."

Once he was gone, Ethan turned to Evelyn. "Stay away from him."

She frowned. "Mr. Sullivan, we still have unresolved matters between us. Keep your distance."

Before she could react, she was pulled into a warm embrace.

"I just helped you," Ethan murmured against her ear. "Doesn't that count for something?"

Evelyn shoved him away, retreating to the pavilion's edge.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been subjected to your cousin's barbs," she said coldly. "Everyone in New York knows how little regard the great Mr. Sullivan has for his wife."

Ethan's eyes darkened.

As Evelyn turned to leave, his arms encircled her from behind. His warm breath against her neck sent a shiver down her spine.

"What will it take for you to forgive me?" he whispered.

She broke free. "That's not for me to say."

Without looking back, she left the pavilion—though her traitorous heartbeat betrayed her.

Back in the main house, Mrs. Sullivan beckoned.

"Evelyn, come see these jewels."