Chapter 108

Nathan was taken aback—it wasn’t often that Evelyn wore such a serious expression.

But since she had insisted, Nathan had no choice but to issue a public statement addressing the situation.

When Evelyn turned around, she found both Julian and Nathan staring at her.

"What?" she asked, shifting uncomfortably under their scrutiny.

"You’re actually this angry?" Julian remarked, surprised.

"Huh? I’m not angry," Evelyn replied, confused.

With an awkward chuckle, Julian stood and excused himself.

Nathan studied her for a moment before saying, "Don’t be upset."

"I’m really not upset!" Evelyn groaned internally.

Ugh, this is so frustrating! I already said I’m fine! It’s not like I’m the one who got hurt! But it’s just unfair—someone getting special treatment just because they’re young? She slashed you, left a gaping wound that needed stitches, and there was so much blood! She should face consequences for what she did!

The corner of Nathan’s lips twitched upward.

A moment later, the silence was broken by a phone notification. Evelyn checked her screen and saw a post from her agency on Twitter—their stance was firm, echoing exactly what she had just voiced.

The statement also emphasized that the injured party was someone of utmost importance to Evelyn.

Perhaps the entertainment industry had been held hostage by young fans’ guilt trips for too long. Surprisingly, when the agency took a hardline stance, there wasn’t much backlash. In fact, many bystanders even sided with them.

This time, Sebastian found himself in hot water—after all, it was his fan who had caused the incident.

Many of Sebastian’s fans had been present that night, yet not only had he failed to explain the situation, but he also hadn’t addressed the embarrassment caused by his own supporters.

They didn’t blame Evelyn or Julian. Even if they were biased toward their idol, they knew this mess had nothing to do with Team A-List.

It was all Sebastian’s fault.

His fans were furious. Fan sites shut down, and fan leaders threatened to withdraw support unless Sebastian stepped forward with an explanation.

Finally, Sebastian posted a live stream announcement on Twitter. Both Adrian and Seraphina shared it, announcing that the trio would clarify everything during the broadcast.

By then, Evelyn and the others had already returned home. No sooner had she flopped onto the couch than she saw the live stream notification. Just as she was about to tune in, a message from Margaret popped up.

Meanwhile, Nathan found himself in a predicament. With his arm in a sling, he needed help with undressing and bathing—but the butler was mysteriously absent.

Resigned, he called his father.

"My back hurts. I need to rest. Ask your wife for help."

Julian had gone to find a doctor, leaving only young Theodore to assist—but before they could even reach him, there was a knock at the door.

Evelyn stood awkwardly in the doorway, phone in hand. "Mom sent me to help you," she said.

I definitely didn’t come here because I heard I could help Nathan undress and bathe! Nope, not at all! This is purely about repaying a favor!

Nathan nearly choked on air at her thoughts.

Inside the bathroom, the shower was already running. Nathan’s injured right arm was wrapped tightly in cling film, and his expensive shirt had been cut open at the sleeve during treatment—making Evelyn’s job easier.

Layer by layer, his clothes came off, revealing a physique that belonged on the cover of a fitness magazine. A tiny smirk tugged at Evelyn’s lips.

Is this a blessing in disguise? Well, a blessing for me, but a misfortune for him. Oh my, am I terrible for thinking this? Hehehe!

Leaning against the sink, Nathan kept his gaze lowered, his ears burning red from Evelyn’s relentless mental commentary.

Outwardly, she maintained a professional demeanor. Inwardly? She was whistling.

Everyone’s a critic at heart.

This collarbone… this Adam’s apple…

Would kneeling on those abs hurt my knees? And that V-line… Oh, if only I could—

Nathan shuddered, his entire body tensing. An involuntary image of Evelyn doing exactly that flashed in his mind. He was losing his sanity.

Embarrassed and irritated, he looked up to warn her—but their eyes never met.

The steam clung to his golden skin, highlighting every perfect contour. Broad shoulders, narrow waist—oh my.

Nathan wondered, Am I numb? Completely numb? We’re married, right? This isn’t some strange first encounter?

Does anyone understand how awkward this is? I should film this and send it to my besties—they’d lose their minds!

Next is… Oh dear. Should I peek? I’ve never seen one before. No, no, no—that’s too weird!

Hmm… Fair. We’re only a couple on paper—no way he’d strip fully in front of me. Wait, he looks nervous. Should I tease him? Maybe "accidentally" cause a little chaos? Hahaha! I’m evil!

Face flushed, Nathan stood abruptly, feigning composure. "Aren’t you supposed to be watching the live stream?" he said, voice slightly hoarse. "You’ll miss the drama."

Oh right! The gossip! How could I forget? Has it started yet? It must have!

In a flash, Evelyn abandoned the handsome man in the bathroom. "Don’t get the wound wet!" she called over her shoulder. "I’ll be outside if you need me!"

Then she vanished like the wind.

Nathan stared at the closed door, torn between relief (she hadn’t seen everything) and exasperation (his wife cared more about gossip than him).

What he didn’t know? A group of people were eavesdropping outside.

They were deeply invested in what was happening inside, but the thick door muffled everything.

Just as they debated whether Evelyn had started helping Nathan bathe, her mental scream echoed:

Start from the beginning! What did they say at the start of the live stream? Let me check! Wait—they actually apologized together? Admitted they chose the script? And those rumors were fake? Wow, burning bridges much? Sebastian and Seraphina used to date? Seriously?

The Blackwoods froze.

Live stream?

One by one, they pulled out their phones, found seats, and tuned in.

My family’s happiness? I’ll worry about that later!