Chapter 313

Nathan paused, his dark eyes flickering with hesitation. Though Isabelle wasn't blood-related to Evelyn, she'd always been like a sister to her. Whatever she wanted to discuss, it undoubtedly concerned Evelyn.

Without a word, Nathan turned on his heel and strode toward a secluded corner of the mansion.

Isabelle blinked in surprise but hurried after him.

He stopped at a moonlit balcony, the cool night breeze tousling his raven-black hair as he faced her. "What is it?" His voice was low, edged with impatience.

"Mr. Black," Isabelle began, twisting her fingers nervously, "is it true that you and Evelyn are finalizing the divorce soon?"

Nathan's brows knitted together, his expression unreadable. Instead of answering, he countered, "Did you chase me down just to ask that?"

Isabelle stiffened, then shook her head vigorously. "No! I... I wanted you to know that Evelyn truly cares for you. The only reason she's considering divorce is because she wants your attention. That's all."

A sardonic smile played on Nathan's lips. "Is that so?"

"Yes!" Isabelle nodded eagerly, her eyes wide with sincerity. "We grew up together—I know her better than anyone. If you showed her even a fraction of kindness, she'd never go through with it."

Nathan's smirk deepened, enigmatic. "Does Evelyn know you're telling me this?" he asked abruptly.

Isabelle's cheeks flushed. "Of course not! She'd never admit her feelings. That's why I approached you privately. Please, don't tell her about this."

Nathan studied her in silence, his piercing gaze making her squirm.

Desperate, Isabelle continued, "Mr. Black, you must believe me! This is only the second time I've seen Evelyn so invested in a man—"

Nathan's eyes sharpened. "Second time?" His voice turned icy.

Isabelle paled. Her gaze darted away as she stammered, "N-no! I misspoke! You're the first man she's ever loved!"

Her panicked reaction betrayed her. She clearly wanted him to believe her slip was meaningless.

Nathan let out a cold chuckle. "Interesting," he remarked, his tone devoid of warmth.

Frantic, Isabelle stepped closer. "Wait, Mr. Black, I didn't mean—"

Her foot caught on the uneven tiles. She lurched forward—straight toward Nathan.

But with feline grace, Nathan sidestepped, leaving her to crash into the balcony railing. "Ah!" she cried, clutching her ribs in pain.

Nathan observed her dispassionately. "Miss Laurent," he drawled, amusement lacing his voice, "you should watch your step."