Chapter 408

Evelyn couldn't help but wonder if Nathan was still the same man who had once refused to even pour her a glass of water.

How could he be drying her hair now?

Had he been possessed?

"Get your hands off me!" she gritted out in a hushed tone, careful not to wake Eleanor.

The girl lay curled beneath the quilt, still deep in sleep.

"If you want to wake Eleanor, by all means, make more noise," Nathan murmured, his lips curving slightly as he continued to towel-dry her hair. He had found her weakness.

"Then be gentle! I've been losing too much hair lately. You're going to make me bald!" Evelyn scowled, her cheeks flushing with irritation.

"Sorry, this is my first time doing this. No experience."

An inexplicable warmth bloomed in Nathan's chest. His fingers stilled before resuming their careful motions, rubbing her hair gently with the towel. "I'll do better next time."

Evelyn suppressed a shiver. "Nathan," she said coldly, "I'm only tolerating this for Eleanor's sake. Next time, I'll cut off your hands."

Nathan chuckled but didn’t stop, his fingers now massaging her scalp with surprising skill.

Against her will, Evelyn felt the tension in her body ease. Her lashes fluttered halfway shut.

Damn it. How was he this good at this? It felt too good.

When they finally stepped out of the bedroom, Evelyn's eyes were slightly red, as if she'd been crying.

Nathan tilted his head, his gaze lingering on her.

Julian blinked at them, momentarily dazed. For a second, it felt like they were still the perfect couple—not the divorced pair they were now.

Nathan was devastatingly handsome. Julian couldn’t think of any woman who could match him except Evelyn.

"Julian, you should go home. Eleanor will stay here tonight." Nathan’s tone was calm. "It’ll be troublesome to wake her now. I’ll take her back tomorrow morning."

"I’m not leaving. I’ll stay with her."

Julian remembered the kiss he’d stolen from Eleanor while drunk. Though a kiss couldn’t lead to pregnancy, guilt gnawed at him. He wanted to make it up to her.

"No." The ex-couple spoke in unison.

"Ms. Carter!"

Theodore strode in, phone in hand. "The security manager just reported a helicopter on the hotel rooftop. They don’t know who it belongs to."

"A helicopter?"

"It's mine," Nathan admitted without hesitation.

Evelyn and Theodore froze.

"Mr. Blackwood was on a business trip in Serenia yesterday," Theodore explained. "Ms. Kingsley, he flew back the moment you called him!"

If only Nathan had half of Julian’s persistence and shamelessness.

Nathan’s chest tightened with embarrassment. "Oliver, that’s enough."

"Mr. Montgomery, why tell me this? Expecting me to praise your boss?" Evelyn’s lips curled into a cold smile. "When a good person does something bad, people say their true nature is revealed. But when a bad person does something good, suddenly they’ve ‘changed.’"

Julian muffled a laugh behind his hand.

Nathan had no retort.

"Eleanor is his sister. Of course he’d rush back. That’s basic human decency—nothing praiseworthy."

With that, Evelyn strode out, done with both of them.

Theodore shot Nathan a frosty glance before following his boss.

"Hmph! Who does he think he is?" Oliver muttered, offended by Theodore’s attitude.

"At least he knows when to keep quiet."

Nathan exhaled sharply, shaking his head in frustration. "Oliver, you’re excellent at everything—except knowing when to shut up."

"I just wanted Ms. Carter to know how hard you worked," Oliver grumbled.

"She always knew."

The words left Nathan’s lips before he could stop them, and a sharp pang of regret pierced his chest. Memories of Evelyn’s kindness—her unwavering support—flooded back like a relentless tide.

She had always known.

But when she had loved him, Nathan had been blind to it all.

Now, between them lay too much love, too much pain. And no matter how hard he tried, he wasn’t sure he could ever make it right.