Chapter 469

Evelyn's lips curved slightly, a mischievous glint flashing in her eyes. She was indeed considering playing matchmaker between Scarlett and Sebastian.

"What would you like to eat?" Evelyn unlocked her phone screen.

"Noble Fin's signature spicy fish! We'll make it just in time for dinner service." Scarlett swiftly put on her sunglasses. She had turned down all film offers recently, determined to take a proper break.

She linked arms with Evelyn affectionately. "Evelyn, I'm taking a year off from acting. Last year's drama paid enough to last me years—perfect timing to spend with you."

Evelyn arched a brow. "I'll be swamped after the new year. Only free until then."

"No problem!" Scarlett beamed. "I'll tag along during your work hours. Great chance to learn some business skills. Last year's filming schedule was brutal—this year, I'm making up for lost gym time."

"As you wish." Evelyn chuckled. The Orlando heiress certainly didn’t need to worry about money.

Unlike her, with her aging grandfather and the weight of the Roland Group resting on her and her brother’s shoulders.

They drove to the restaurant. On the way, Evelyn called Gabrielle to confirm the children were behaving. The failed weaning plan frustrated her, and she hurried to find a private space to express milk upon arrival.

She told Scarlett to go ahead to their private dining room.

Meanwhile, Victor gestured toward the restaurant's sign. "Mr. Valentine, our partners specifically chose this place. Their fish are caught and prepared fresh."

Adrian gave an absent nod. But as he stepped into the lobby, a familiar silhouette made his pupils constrict.

"Go ahead without me." He tossed the words over his shoulder and followed her.

Evelyn was in the lounge, expressing milk. She bit her lip, silently cursing Gabrielle—whatever she’d eaten had left her uncomfortably engorged.

Just as she fumbled, the door suddenly swung open.

Evelyn jerked her head up, one hand still pressed to her chest. She yanked her blouse down and glared at the intruder.

Adrian, unusually dressed in casual white, exuded a lazy, roguish charm.

"Ever heard of knocking?" she snapped.

But his gaze lingered where hers had just been. He’d noticed her fuller figure earlier—now he understood why.

"Uncomfortable?" He strode closer, studying her flushed cheeks like a kitten caught stealing cream.