Chapter 260

Evelyn's gaze flickered away momentarily before she let out a soft, mocking laugh. "Is this really the first time you two have slept together? It's been ages since you went public with your relationship. How... quaint."

Dominic's expression turned stormy. "You speak as if you're an expert. Have there been other men besides me?"

Her lips curved into a teasing smile. "Naturally."

Henry was technically a "man," after all.

The tension in Dominic's jaw eased slightly.

"Evelyn Thorne! I swear to God, if I ever come looking for you again—" He bit out the words, his voice low and dangerous, before turning on his heel and slamming the door behind him.

Evelyn watched him leave, her smile crumbling the moment he was gone.

This was good. He wouldn’t seek her out again. They could finally move on.

So why did her chest ache so much?

She clutched the blanket tighter, inhaling deeply. It still carried his scent—spice and something uniquely him.

The door burst open, and Mike strode in, his expression livid.

"Evelyn, did that bastard do something to you? I was supposed to take you to the hospital, but he got there first!" He marched to the bed, pressing a hand to her forehead. The fever had broken, her skin cool beneath his touch.

"Dominic brought me here?" Her voice trembled.

"Yeah! He showed up at your place looking for you, and Henry drenched him with a bucket of water. The man was soaked to the bone. I let him change inside, and that’s when we realized you were burning up." Mike scowled. "What did he say just now? He looked ready to murder someone when he left."

Evelyn exhaled sharply. "Nothing important. Why is my blanket here?"

"Dominic carried it over. The guy’s built like a damn tank—I could barely keep up while he was holding you."

She didn’t want to hear another word about him. Her eyes flicked to the IV bag. "There's one more dose left. I'm going to rest."

"Sleep. I’ll keep watch." Mike adjusted the covers around her.

Three days later, Thornfield Industries’ sales department received an unprecedented order.

"Blackwood Group wants five thousand Tempest series drones!" The sales manager double-checked the numbers before rushing to report the news.

Mike snatched the order details and headed straight for Evelyn’s office.

"Blackwood’s purchasing department just placed an order for five thousand Tempest drones," he announced, dropping the papers on her desk. "What the hell do they need that many for?"

Evelyn picked up the order form, scanning the figures.

"Each unit is priced at nineteen thousand nine hundred ninety-nine dollars. Five thousand units comes to..." She trailed off, doing the math in her head.

"Ninety-nine million nine hundred ninety-five thousand dollars," Mike finished, whistling. "Why don’t we mark it up to twenty grand each? That’s an easy billion-dollar deal right there."

Evelyn blinked. She had been considering a bulk discount.

"You’re not seriously thinking of giving him a break, are you?" Mike scoffed. "Evelyn, do you honestly think Dominic Blackwood cares about money? Don’t insult the man’s ego by implying he needs a discount." He snatched the order back. "This is huge. I’m calling Nathan."

As Mike left, Evelyn’s mind raced. Dominic had to know about this purchase. A billion-dollar order wasn’t something that slipped past him.

Her eyes drifted to the calendar on her desk. The Harvest Festival was coming up.

Was he planning to gift every Blackwood Group employee a drone?

Mike returned, already dialing Nathan on the intercom.