Chapter 398

Evelyn Laurent flipped through the documents in her hands, her fingertips pausing over the signature on the last page.

The name "Ethan Sullivan" was written in bold, elegant strokes, exuding an innate nobility.

She glanced up at the man beside her, the corners of her eyes lifting slightly. "You're really giving this to me?"

Ethan's lips curved into a faint smile, his gaze warm and focused. "If it makes you happy."

He would give her the world if she asked.

Evelyn abruptly closed the file and shoved it back into his hands. "I don't want it."

She hesitated before adding, "I just wanted to know where you booked this yacht."

Julian Langley, standing nearby, quietly exhaled in relief.

A flicker of surprise crossed Ethan's eyes.

Evelyn muttered under her breath, "I just don’t know what to do about seasickness..."

"You get seasick?" Ethan's expression darkened instantly.

Julian chimed in dryly, "Both of us do."

Ethan suddenly remembered Evelyn's pale face the day they arrived on the island. His chest tightened with regret. "I should have sent a helicopter for you."

Timothy Gold and Eugene York exchanged glances.

A helicopter?

Evelyn's eyes lit up. "You have a helicopter?"

Ethan chuckled, his voice low and tempting. "Not just one—I can fly it too." He leaned closer. "Want to try?"

Julian watched the scene unfold, thinking Ethan looked like a peacock flaunting its feathers.

"Absolutely!" Evelyn agreed without hesitation.

Julian rubbed his temples.

Great. His little sister was being whisked away.

Ethan made the decision on the spot. "We'll take the helicopter back after filming wraps."

The two directors huddled in the corner, clutching their modest budgets in silent despair.