Chapter 337

By the time you finally make up your indecisive mind, Evelyn might already have a whole brood of children with Alexander!

Julian smirked, deliberately provoking Nathan.

Nathan felt a sharp pang in his chest, but he maintained his composure, replying coolly, "Who said I'm pursuing Evelyn? I was merely inquiring about their collaboration because she stole one of my projects. It could affect Blackwood Industries' interests."

Julian laughed, tossing an orange peel at him playfully. "Sure, keep telling yourself that. You're as stubborn as they come."

Nathan caught the peel, his face flushing with anger as he crushed it in his palm.

Oliver struggled to keep a straight face, forcing a serious expression. "Mr. Blackwood, it appears there’s nothing unusual between Young Madam and Alexander. For the past three years, she’s been by your side. No one else has caught her attention. In the last decade, I’ve found no connection between Young Madam and the Whitmore family."

Nathan’s expression softened slightly at this.

It seemed Alexander hadn’t yet won Evelyn over. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking on his part.

"But a few days ago," Oliver continued, "I discovered that Chairman Whitmore took his two unmarried sons, Nathaniel and Alexander, to Fairhaven—likely to visit Chairman Kingsley. Given the long-standing ties between the Kingsley and Whitmore families, Chairman Whitmore might be arranging a union between his sons and the Kingsley daughters!"

"A union?!"

Nathan and Julian both froze. Evelyn and Alexander were childhood friends of the same age, and their families were deeply connected.

No matter how Nathan looked at it, they seemed like a perfect match.

A wave of intense unease crashed over both men, overwhelming and inescapable.

"Well, I guess it’s game over," Julian mused, shooting Nathan a knowing glance.

He chuckled, "Seems even the Whitmores are eager to win my goddess over. You know what they say—persistent suitors wear down even the most resistant hearts. If Chairman Whitmore personally proposes a marriage alliance and Chairman Kingsley pressures Evelyn, it wouldn’t be surprising if she agrees in the end."

Nathan’s face turned icy.

Julian laughed. "Oh dear, looks like you might be attending your ex-wife’s wedding soon! Given your history, you should be extra generous with the gifts, don’t you think?" He popped another orange slice into his mouth, thoroughly amused.

A strange heat flared inside Nathan. His voice was rough as he snapped, "Impossible! Evelyn would never agree to a business marriage arranged by her family. She doesn’t care for Alexander. A woman who’s faced a lion wouldn’t settle for a wolf."

Julian smirked. "Wow, someone’s bitter."

Nathan scowled. "Julian!"

"I meant the orange is sour. Why are you so sensitive?" Julian teased, enjoying his snack.

That evening, Nathan arrived at the Montgomery residence as planned, accompanied by Julian. Despite his long-standing familiarity with the family—considering Mrs. Montgomery his godmother since childhood—he still observed proper etiquette.

He brought thoughtful gifts: premium health supplements known for their benefits.

Mrs. Montgomery, who adored Nathan, had prepared a lavish spread. Eighty percent of the dishes were his favorites, while the remaining twenty catered to Isabelle’s tastes.

Julian, twirling his fork, feigned offense. "Mom, your favoritism is reaching new heights! I requested specific dishes before leaving, but it seems you’ve completely ignored me. They say sons forget their mothers after marriage, but you’ve forgotten your own flesh and blood now that you have your godson. Truly heartbreaking!"

"You’ve had my cooking for over twenty years," Mrs. Montgomery retorted playfully. "Since Nathan doesn’t visit as often, of course I’ll spoil him. Don’t even compare yourself."

Her eyes softened as she turned to Nathan. "Nathan, these are all your favorites. Eat well."

"Thank you, Godmother," Nathan replied with a warm smile, picking up his fork.

"Nathan, you must try this!" Isabelle strategically sat beside him, offering him a bite with her fork. "I made this just for you."

Before her fork could reach his plate, Nathan intercepted it mid-air, freezing her smile.

"Thanks, but I’ll serve myself."