Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart (Natalia and Hamilton) novel Chapter 146

Mason quirked an eyebrow in slight curiosity.

Since Hamilton brought it up, it wouldn't be polite for him to refuse outright.

"Sure, why not?"

In just a few exchanges, the dinner was set.

The people around them, however, had a mix of reactions.

Natalia's eyelids twitched a few times.

She couldn't fathom what Hamilton was up to.

It felt like he was up to no good, perhaps even scheming to sabotage her job.

As for Eveleen, her face was a portrait of displeasure.

Hamilton was supposed to be here for her consultation with the plastic surgeon, and now he was going to dine with Natalia.

"Hamilton, we've got other plans, remember?"

Hamilton glanced over his shoulder at Alden and said,

"You take her to the doctor."

Alden nodded in agreement and said to Eveleen, "Ms. Schafer, let's go."

Eveleen was fuming. "I won't go. Hamilton, I want you with me."

Ronin couldn't help but chuckle.

"Mr. Fowler, seems like the lady is vexed. Perhaps you should accompany Ms. Schafer first."

Hamilton looked at Eveleen and said, "Eveleen, have you forgotten what I told you before?"

Of course, Eveleen hadn't forgotten.

Since that phone call, Hamilton had indeed started to distance himself from her.

He was never particularly close before, occasionally showing up when she needed him, but rarely initiating contact otherwise.

After that call, his demeanor became even colder.

He would still help her, appearing whenever she needed him, but his attitude was unmistakably chillier.

Eveleen felt utterly wronged, b

ut she knew that making a scene would only embarrass herself more.

Swallowing her hurt, she pleaded, "Could you at least take me home later?"

Hamilton glanced at Natalia who

deliberately avoided his gaze.

Whether or not to take Eveleen home was his choice; why should she care!

Hamilton felt increasingly irritated by Natalia's apparent indifference.

He neither agreed nor declined, merely stating, "We'll see after this is over."

The private room's door closed.

Eveleen's facade of hurt disappeared as if it had never been there.

She glared at the door with clenched teeth.

That damn Natalia was like a bad penny, always turning up. Even after splitting with Hamilton, she still clung to him like a siren.

"I'd advise against any foul play," Alden said, having noticed Eveleen's fleeting expression.

Eveleen jolted, having forgotten Alden's presence.

"Me? Of course not, Alden. You're overthinking it. I'm just upset that Hamilton isn't here for me. Could he be blaming me for the other day's mishap?"

Alden chuckled, "Ms. Schafer, drop the act. At the end of the day, you're just one of my brother's exes. Stop trying to play the role of Mrs. Fowler."

Eveleen bit down on her teeth, forcing a smile.

"Alden, you have no idea what your brother and I have been through, so don't talk out of turn."

Alden's eyes narrowed, but before he could speak, Caspian interjected.

"Ms. Schafer, have you been in touch with Orpheus lately?"

At his words, Eveleen stiffened.

Alden blinked, immediately catching on to something.

Panic flashed across Eveleen's face.

"Sir, I'm not sure what you mean. I've never even seen Orpheus."

Caspian, hand in his pocket and a cold glint in his eye, retorted, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand, as long as someone does."

After a pause, he looked at Alden and said, "I'll stop by later to see the old Mr. Fowler."

Alden frowned, nodding at Caspian.

Eveleen's hands, hanging by her sides, clenched involuntarily.

Who was this man, and what did he know?

But she quickly dismissed the thought. Their dealings had been in person, without traces like phone calls or stored numbers.

Caspian must be bluffing.