Her Marriage: The Night is Still Young-Chapter 206: I Don’t Want to Go Home, I Want to Go to the Hotel with You
"How could it be?"
"Ha, so where are we going tomorrow?"
Nathaniel Gallagher pondered for a few seconds, "How about lunch together, then golf in the afternoon?"
"...Hmm, what about dinner?" Evelyn Thorne playfully asked.
"Dinner... let’s discuss it when the time comes."
"Alright then!"
"How do you like the flowers?"
Evelyn was overjoyed inside, but she feigned displeasure, "So-so!"
"If you like them, you’ll receive a bouquet every day."
Evelyn: "Ha~, a weasel wishing a chicken well for the New Year, you must be up to something."
Nathaniel: "Fair lady, a gentleman’s pursuit."
"See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow."
After hanging up the phone.
Evelyn looked at the enormous bouquet, her heart brimming with joy.
"Wahaha, my beloved Mr. Gallagher is finally smitten with me..."
She pressed her face into the flowers, happily inhaling their fragrance, eagerly anticipating the date tomorrow.
"No, I have to go shopping right away and pick out the perfect ’battle outfit’. I need to make Mr. Gallagher fall head over heels..."
Even though her dressing room was crammed with various luxury clothes.
But as a woman.
There’s always that feeling of a missing perfect dress in the wardrobe.
She quickly freshened up and went straight to the luxury mall.
...
The Elysian Hotel.
After Nathaniel hung up the phone.
The smile on his face gradually faded, replaced by malice and ferocity.
Even though Evelyn secretly placed the bug in her father’s study.
Unfortunately...
He had someone monitor it for days without eavesdropping on any useful key information.
Moreover, Mr. Thornton was busy and rarely entered the study.
Therefore...
He had to hasten the process.
He couldn’t wait until Julian Grant pushed him to the brink; by then, it would be too late to fight back.
The next noontime.
In a private room of a three-star Michelin restaurant in Caldwen.
Nathaniel had arrived early.
As customary, there was a bouquet of roses on the table, and the wine had already been decanted.
At 12 o’clock sharp.
Evelyn arrived.
Today...
She completely changed her usual trendy rebellious style and adopted an elegant elite socialite look.
Wearing a champagne-colored silk gown adorned with tiny pearls, accentuating her fair skin. Her hair was styled into a graceful low bun, and a slender diamond necklace adorned her neck.
Even her makeup exuded an exquisite gentleness, completely devoid of her usual flamboyance, looking every bit the part of a noble young lady.
Upon entering the private room, she pretended to pause gracefully, glancing at Nathaniel with flowing eyes: "Did I keep you waiting? There was a bit of traffic."
Nathaniel rose to greet her, his gaze resting on her, "Not long at all. Miss Thornton today... is stunning. This outfit suits you well."
Praised by the one she admired.
Evelyn’s cheeks flushed instantly, she lowered her head slightly, fingers twisting the hem of her dress: "Just... casually picked out, as long as you like it."
"Of course I like it."
Nathaniel extended his hand to pull out the chair for her, and after she sat down, he returned to his position.
"I’ve ordered the signature dishes here, you can take another look at the menu."
"The wine is brought from my vineyard in Silmara, it’s a sixty-year-old treasure, brought specially for you to taste."
"Wow~, I must savor it well."
Nathaniel smiled and poured her half a glass of wine.
Evelyn’s eyes flicked to see a delicately wrapped box on the side.
"Oh~, what’s this? A gift for me?"
Nathaniel laughed nonchalantly, "Yes, I bought a vintage necklace from a Brelland auction, said to be worn by Queen Elizabeth. Hope you like it."
Evelyn’s gaze was instantly captured by the velvet box, her breathing becoming lighter.
She reached out to touch it, but hesitated, fearing she appeared too eager, her fingertips suspended in the air, unable to hide the desire in her eyes: "A vintage necklace from The Brellandic Royal Family? It’s too precious..."
"No matter how precious, it’s not wasted when paired with Miss Thornton."
Nathaniel picked up the box, opened it himself, and handed it to her.
On the velvet lining.
A platinum necklace lay quietly.
The pendant was a perfectly cut 13.14-carat blue diamond, surrounded by delicate diamonds.
It glimmered with soft yet dazzling brilliance under the light, clearly of immense value.
Evelyn’s eyes lit up, unable to resist gently touching the pendant.
The cool, smooth touch sent her heart racing: "Is this... really for me?"
"Of course." Nathaniel picked up the necklace, motioning for her to turn her head, "Let me help you put it on."
Evelyn obediently turned her head.
Nathaniel’s fingertips lightly brushed against the back of her neck, carrying a trace of fleeting warmth, making her whole body tingle.
The moment the necklace clasped.
He deliberately leaned in slightly, his breath grazing her nape.
Evelyn shivered, her heart beating even faster.
"It looks great." Nathaniel stepped back, his gaze falling on the Sapphire at her neck, a smile in his voice but not a hint of warmth in his eyes, "It matches your dress today."
Evelyn eagerly picked up her phone, taking picture after picture in the screen’s reflection, unable to suppress the smile tugging at her lips: "Thank you, Nathaniel... I love it."
Her manner of address changed, intimate as if they were long-time lovers.
Though she was the Thornton Family’s heiress, never lacking in expensive jewelry.
But...
Gifts from her parents couldn’t compare in meaning to those from a man she adored.
This was her first time receiving such a valuable gift from a man.
Among the men she dated.
The only ones who could measure up were Julian Grant and Nathaniel Gallagher.
When she dated Julian Grant, they were only sixteen or seventeen years old. Naturally, Julian wouldn’t give her jewelry worth tens of millions.
Moreover...
She was a sucker for looks, with plenty of rich heirs pursuing her. However, finding someone with the looks of a celebrity or model was rare, let alone among the nouveau riche, whom she despised even more.
So, she mostly dated top nightclub models or minor celebrities.
Even though these models looked good.
They came from the lowest social classes, lacking in experience, temperament, as well as status and insight. Compared to Nathaniel, it was as if they’re worlds apart.
As one might imagine...
Nathaniel didn’t respond, instead placing a piece of foie gras on her plate: "Try this, the foie gras here is very tender."
The upcoming dinner.
Evelyn Thorne was completely lost in the joy of receiving the gift, occasionally touching the necklace, sometimes chatting with Nathaniel Gallagher about trivial matters.
Nathaniel Gallagher was the gentleman throughout, watching her. "After dinner, shall we go to the golf club? I had a new golf club prepared for you, pink, matching your style today."
"Really?" Evelyn’s eyes lit up even more, nodding eagerly. "Sure, sure!"
After dinner.
The two of them drove to the golf club.
Nathaniel indeed had prepared a set of custom pink golf clubs for her, even the gloves matched.
Evelyn spun around on the lawn, excitedly holding the club.
"Hmm, I haven’t played golf in a long time."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, my hands are quite rusty."
Nathaniel walked up to Evelyn, his gaze falling on her hand gripping the club, his tone patient: "You need to adjust the way you hold the club; your fingers should be relaxed. Don’t grip too tightly, or your swing will be stiff."
As he spoke.
He reached out gently, covering her hand back a little bit, helping her adjust her finger position.
The warmth of his palm seeped through the thin gloves.
Instantly, Evelyn’s fingertips burned, her breathing faltered, her gaze unconsciously drifting towards his profile close at hand.
The setting sun fell on his well-defined face, even the shadow of his eyelashes was delicate, making her heart skip a beat.
"Your body should be sideways to the hole, knees slightly bent, and center of gravity lowered," Nathaniel continued to guide her, oblivious to her distraction.
Another hand lightly supported her waist, helping her adjust her stance, "Remember, use your waist and abdomen to power the swing, not just throwing your arms."
His hand was on her waist, with just enough force to stabilize her, yet exuded a hint of subtle intimacy.
Evelyn was tense all over, not daring to move her waist, only able to obediently nod: "I... I get it."
"Try an empty swing, see if you can find the feeling." Nathaniel withdrew his hand from her waist, stepping aside, his gaze resting on her.
Evelyn took a deep breath, swinging according to his posture.
But her arms couldn’t help but exert force, the club moved through the air with a stiff arc.
She frowned in frustration: "Still not right, I feel all out of sync."
Her mind was now filled with the overwhelming hormones emanating from him, no mood for playing golf.
"Don’t worry, let me teach you again." Nathaniel stepped back behind her.
Both hands slid under her arms, gently holding her hand gripping the club, his chest pressed against her back, his deep voice sounded near her ear, "Follow my strength, pull back first... Yes, slower, feel the rotation of your waist and abdomen..."
Warm breaths brushed past her ear.
Evelyn’s cheeks instantly turned crimson, her mind blank, instinctively following his movements.
Nathaniel led her in slowly pulling back the club, then abruptly swinging it forward.
Smooth and swift, even the sound of the wind carried rhythm.
"See, doesn’t this feel smoother?" He released her hand, stepping aside, a barely noticeable coolness in his eyes, yet his voice remained gentle, "Practice a few more times, try to find that feeling of power."
Evelyn came back to herself, looking at her empty hands, her heart still pounding.
She bit her lip, grabbed the club again, and swung, following Nathaniel’s earlier guidance.
Though still a bit awkward, it was far smoother than before.
"Yes, just like that!" Nathaniel praised at the right time, his eyes filled with "encouragement".
"Try another shot, aim at the ball this time."
Evelyn nodded, taking a deep breath, her gaze locked onto the white ball on the lawn.
She followed the instructions, pulled back, turned, and swung the club.
The club hit the white ball accurately.
The ball flew through the air in an arc, landing on the course not far away.
"I did it!" Evelyn turned back excitedly, her eyes full of joy.
"Great." Nathaniel walked over, handing her a bottle of water, "Rest a bit before you play more, don’t tire yourself out."
Evelyn took the water, raising her head for a gulp, her fingertips still unconsciously touching the sapphire necklace on her neck.
As she had swung earlier, the necklace gently swayed with the motion, its refracted light making her heart lift with joy.
"Mr. Gallagher, I really like you."
She didn’t care, jumping up to wrap her arms around his neck, passionately kissing him.
Nathaniel’s brows furrowed, instinctively withdrawing.
But after a few seconds of thought, he still smiled lightly, lowering his head to brush a light kiss on her forehead.
Evelyn clung to him, unwilling to let go, hinting brightly, "I’m tired, why don’t we go back to the hotel and rest? We can come back to play another day..."
Looking at the eager urgency in her eyes.
Nathaniel smiled warmly, tactically retreating, "That’s not good, it’s still so early."
Evelyn held onto his neck, not willing to let go, her cheek rubbing against his collar, voice sticky with teasing, "It’s not early, the sun is about to set."
"Besides, my arms are sore, legs are weak, I really can’t play anymore." She said while gently tugging at his tie with her fingertips, her gaze so expectant it nearly overflowed.
Nathaniel lowered his gaze to look at her, a trace of contempt flickered in his eyes, quickly masked by a gentle smile.
There were countless women who exceeded their efforts to cling to him.
He found these women extremely tiresome.
The more they initiated, the more he disliked them.
He preferred Josephine Thompson’s cold and stubborn refusal over any eager advances.
"Be good, just finish the remaining few swings. You did so well earlier, it would be a shame to give up halfway. Once we’re done, I’ll take you back to rest, alright?"
His voice was low and magnetic, like a hook, easily catching Evelyn’s heart.
Despite wanting to continue teasing, looking at Nathaniel’s "serious" eyes, she unwillingly let go, pouting: "Fine, but you better not lie to me, you have to take me back once we’re done!"
"I won’t lie to you." Nathaniel reached out to pinch her cheek playfully, "Go take your position, I’ll watch you play."
Evelyn immediately perked up, grabbing the pink club and walking to the ball, preparing to swing with the newfound technique.
But thoughts of returning to the hotel had already overtaken her mind.
She became distracted during swing, the ball barely covering a short distance before landing.
She turned back to Nathaniel, pouting a bit plaintively, "Didn’t do well..."
"No problem." Nathaniel walked over, helping her adjust her stance again, his fingers intentionally pinching lightly at her waist, "Distracted earlier? What were you thinking?"
Evelyn’s face turned crimson to her ears, hurriedly averting her gaze, "N-nothing much! I’ll try again!"
This time she forced herself to concentrate, swinging guided by memory.
Though the ball didn’t enter the hole, it went much further than before.
Nathaniel clapped immediately, genuinely praising, "Improving quickly, practice a few more times, you might even surpass me."
Evelyn’s frustration vanished, enthusiasm renewed, as she hit several more shots.
Eventually, the sky fully darkened.
The lawn lights came on, she finally clutched her arms and cried exhaustion, "I really can’t play anymore, my arms can barely lift!"
Nathaniel glanced at his watch, feigning "surprise", "Already dark? Let’s head back, then."
Naturally, he took the club from Evelyn, handed it to a nearby caddie, then reached out to hold her hand, "Come, the car is waiting outside."
Her hand wrapped in his, the warm touch on her fingertips shivering her heart.
He was so tall, she could only look up and sneak peeks at him.
The streetlight’s glow fell on his face, making him appear exceptionally handsome and dignified.
In a flurry.
She thought she truly loved him.
She wanted to be Mrs. Gallagher, not just someone passing through.
...
The car drove away from the golf club.
Evelyn leaned in the passenger seat, surreptitiously observing Nathaniel’s profile, unable to resist asking, "Which hotel... are we going to?"
Nathaniel’s hand holding the steering wheel paused, he looked over at her, "You’re tired today, let’s send you back to the Thornton Family, ok? I have some urgent matters to handle, once they’re settled, I’ll come find you."
Evelyn’s smile instantly drooped, her tone filled with disappointment, "You’re busy again? But you promised me earlier. I don’t want to go home, I want to go to the hotel with you..."
