Chapter 338

After leaving Eleanor's room, Evelyn retreated to her own private quarters. Isabelle wasted no time in seeking out the elderly matriarch.

"Eleanor, I swear on my life—it was never my intention to cause harm."

Eleanor's expression remained unreadable, her voice calm yet distant. "Very well. Just ensure you maintain appropriate boundaries with Nathan from now on."

Isabelle's lips pressed into a thin line as she nodded vigorously. "Of course! I'll keep my distance, I promise."

Eleanor offered no further response.

At an upscale gentleman's club, Dylan lounged across a velvet chaise, surrounded by a dozen carefully selected hostesses. The club manager hovered nearby with obsequious enthusiasm. "Mr. Reeves, these are our most exquisite companions. Please indicate if any catch your attention."

To Dylan, these women were utterly forgettable. None could compare to the woman who still haunted his thoughts.

Noticing Dylan's disinterest, the manager quickly dismissed the first group and presented another. "Perhaps this selection will be more to your taste, Mr. Reeves?"

Dylan's gaze swept lazily across the new arrivals until his eyes landed on a woman at the far end. His pupils contracted slightly. She wasn't conventionally stunning, but her vulpine eyes and delicate features bore an uncanny resemblance to that woman.

Dylan pointed decisively. "Her. Name?"

The manager hesitated momentarily before signaling. "Adrienne, step forward."

Dylan's expression flickered at the name.

The woman approached with a slight bow. "Mr. Reeves," she murmured, her voice carrying a melodic quality.

"Look at me," Dylan commanded.

Adrienne lifted her gaze without hesitation. The resemblance was even more striking up close.

"Spell your name," Dylan demanded sharply.

"A-D-R-I-E-N-N-E," she replied softly.

"You're mine tonight," Dylan declared.

"Of course! Enjoy your evening, Mr. Reeves." The manager turned to Adrienne. "See to Mr. Reeves' every need." With a bow, he ushered the other women out.

"Mr. Reeves..." Adrienne began tentatively.

"Call me Dylan," he interrupted.

Adrienne's eyes widened slightly. "I... Yes. Dylan."

Dylan studied her intently before abruptly asking, "Are you untouched?"

A delicate blush colored Adrienne's cheeks as she nodded almost imperceptibly. "Yes." Dylan's lips curved into a satisfied smile at her response.