Chapter 93

Nathaniel didn’t understand why his grandmother had suddenly brought this up. The question caught him off guard, leaving him momentarily speechless.

Eleanor’s tone was light, almost teasing. "I just had a video call with Evelyn. She’s still at the studio. Why didn’t you pick her up on your way home?"

Nathaniel exhaled, keeping his voice steady. "I’ll go get her now."

"You should hurry. The roads are busy this time of night. Take her to dinner somewhere nearby before heading back."

"Grandmother, how have you been?"

"I’m perfectly fine," she huffed. "If you and Evelyn would just give me a great-grandchild, I’d live another twenty years. Now stop dawdling and go fetch her. You’re irritating me just standing there!"

The call ended abruptly.

Nathaniel blinked at his phone, but a small smile tugged at his lips. At least her sharp temper meant she was in good health.

He checked his watch—later than he’d realized. Was Evelyn still working?

Grabbing his coat, he strode out the door.

At the studio, Evelyn sat hunched over her computer, fine-tuning a design.

The client had been particularly demanding. The initial draft wasn’t enough, and they needed revisions immediately—their renovation timeline couldn’t wait.

The office was silent, empty except for her.

"Evelyn? Still here?"

She turned to see Jonathan stepping inside. "Jonathan? What are you doing here?"

"Forgot some files. Didn’t expect to see you burning the midnight oil."

She smirked. "I take my work seriously. Once school starts, I won’t have this kind of time anymore."

Jonathan leaned against her desk, arms crossed. "I’ve got some things to wrap up too. We can leave together when you’re done."

Evelyn nodded absently, her focus already back on her screen.

An hour later, she finally sent off the final draft and stretched, her neck stiff.

Her stomach growled loudly.

She placed a hand over her abdomen, whispering, "Sorry, little one. Mommy’s going to feed us soon."

Jonathan appeared beside her, resting a hand on the back of her chair. "Finished?"

"Yeah. Let’s go."

She stood quickly, putting space between them.

Jonathan didn’t react, simply pulling back as they headed for the elevator.

"Congratulations on going back to school, Evelyn. If you ever need help—with anything—just ask."

She smiled politely. "Thanks, but I’m managing fine."

"I mean it. You don’t have to handle everything alone. I’m your senior, after all."

Her smile tightened. "That’s kind of you. No wonder your studio has such a good reputation—you really look out for your team."

Jonathan caught the subtle deflection and chuckled. "It’s late. Let me drive you home."

"No need. I’ll grab a cab."

"You just praised my leadership. If I let you take a cab alone this late, what would people say?" He smirked. "Wait here. I’ll pull the car around."

Evelyn sighed but relented.

As she stood outside, a sleek black Maybach rolled into view.

For a second, her breath hitched—it looked just like Nathaniel’s car. But he wouldn’t be here now, would he?

Before she could dwell on it, Jonathan’s car pulled up beside her.

"Evelyn," he called. "Get in."