Chapter 58

Isabella nestled in his arms, her gaze soft as water. "Adrian, we're getting married soon. I'm happy to help you. Don't be so formal with me. I'll go handle some matters first. Let's meet tomorrow and visit Mr. Lowell together."

Adrian frowned slightly. "Who is this sister you mentioned earlier?"

Isabella's eyes flickered. Of course, she couldn't tell him that sister was Evelyn.

"Just someone I know. I need to get some documents from her."

"Go ahead." A cold glint flashed in Adrian's eyes as he watched Isabella leave. The moment she was gone, he turned and strode toward Nathan.

On the other side of the banquet hall.

Evelyn had rushed to the restroom after catching a whiff of something pungent. She retched for a while before finally stepping out, only to bump into a dejected Nathan.

She didn’t need to ask—the deal had fallen through.

"B—"

"Nathan!" Evelyn cut him off sharply, scanning their surroundings with caution.

"E-Evelyn... Mr. Lowell chose to work with Adrian. Said it was for personal reasons." Nathan raked a frustrated hand through his hair.

Personal reasons?

Evelyn pondered this. Business was war—these things happened.

"It's fine. We'll find another supplier. Worst case, we proceed with production directly." Her voice was calm.

Nathan brightened. "I'm relieved you think that way. But I have another client meeting. Are you sure you won’t come?"

Evelyn shook her head. "I'm not feeling well. I'll wait for you in the upstairs lounge. Call me when you're done."

Watching Nathan disappear into the elevator, Evelyn exhaled slowly. She ordered a fresh orange juice and made her way up the stairs to the second-floor lounge.

The juice arrived quickly.

She took small sips, the sweet tang soothing her unsettled stomach. Her hand drifted to her abdomen, still hidden beneath loose fabric.

"Be good, little one. Don’t make Mommy suffer too much," she murmured tenderly.

The door suddenly burst open.

Evelyn looked up—her smile froze.

Adrian leaned against the doorframe, his gaze burning into her. "What? No smile for me?"

Evelyn lounged on the sofa, bare feet tucked beneath her like a regal cat.

"Wrong room, Mr. Valentine. The door’s right there. Feel free to use it."

She fiddled with her straw, not even granting him a glance.

Adrian advanced, his presence radiating danger.

"Just because we’re divorced doesn’t mean we can’t be civil."

He sat beside her. The familiar scent of her perfume teased his senses, sending an unwanted pang through his chest.

Damn this longing.

But the thought of her heart belonging to someone else ignited his fury all over again.

Evelyn scoffed. "Since when did you become so childish? Didn’t you call me filthy? Then keep your distance. And for the record—I think you’re pretty disgusting too."

She shifted pointedly away.