Chapter 286
The moment Evelyn realized she was alone with Harrison in the suite, heat rushed to her cheeks.
She didn't need to ask how she'd gotten there - the answer was obvious in the way Harrison's arms still seemed to linger around her memory.
"Oh God," she groaned into her palms, suddenly too aware of his presence beside her. Without a word of explanation, she practically shoved him out the door.
Harrison looked utterly bewildered but complied with an amused shake of his head.
By the time Evelyn finished her morning routine, Harrison had disappeared. She exhaled deeply before settling at the breakfast table, determined to focus on her meal.
The doorbell's chime interrupted her halfway through.
"Harrison, did you forget your-" Evelyn's question died on her lips as she swung the door open.
Vivienne Chambers stood frozen in the hallway, her manicured fingers trembling as they pointed accusingly. "You... you spent the night here?"
Evelyn tilted her head, feigning innocence. "Is that a problem?"
"Where is Mr. Whitmore?" Vivienne demanded through gritted teeth.
"He's not here," Evelyn shrugged. "Was there something you needed, Ms. Chambers?"
Vivienne's voice turned icy. "We're departing shortly, Ms. Carter. Don't keep everyone waiting."
The door slammed shut with enough force to make Evelyn blink in surprise.
Downstairs, the entire delegation had already assembled.
Maxwell Donovan approached respectfully. "Ms. Carter."
Evelyn gave a slight nod. "Good morning."
Her gaze then found Harrison, and she waved casually, the awkwardness of last night momentarily forgotten.
Vivienne's lips pressed into a thin line as she watched their exchange.
But with Harrison present, she forced her features into professional calm.
"Mr. Whitmore, our schedule today includes meetings at Sterling Enterprises this morning," Vivienne said sweetly, the perfect picture of corporate efficiency.
Harrison merely nodded before moving to Evelyn's side. "Shall we, Evie?"
Evelyn fell into step beside him, Harrison automatically adjusting his stride to match hers. Their effortless synchronization spoke volumes.
Vivienne's nails dug into her palms.
"Ms. Chambers, who exactly is this Ms. Carter? Mr. Whitmore seems... different around her," whispered Giselle Thornton, Vivienne's assistant.
Vivienne scoffed. "Just some nobody. Speaking of which, did you find anything in your background check?"
"Nothing substantial," Giselle admitted. "But she appears connected to the Kingsley family."
"The Kingsleys?" Vivienne's eyes widened. "The Kingsley Industries Kingsleys?"
"It's impossible," Giselle dismissed. "The Kingsleys only have one daughter, raised in absolute luxury. Why would she be working as some random assistant?"
Vivienne nodded in agreement. What wealthy heiress would choose a career over a life of pampered privilege?