Chapter 399

Ethan Sullivan's lips curved slightly as he slid the document toward Evelyn Laurent.

"I've had this yacht prepared for you for a long time, Evelyn. It's a genuine gift."

Evelyn frowned at him.

"Why would you suddenly give me something so extravagant?"

Sunlight streamed through the porthole, illuminating the deck and making the confusion in her eyes unmistakable.

Ethan's throat moved slightly.

"Because I owe you."

All those years of letting her endure hardships, all those unnecessary agreements—they weighed heavily on his conscience.

"You don't owe me anything," Evelyn said, even more perplexed.

Julian Langley suddenly cut in.

"Oh, he definitely owes you! Just sign it, Evelyn—we're keeping this yacht!"

He shot Ethan a sharp glare as he spoke.

Evelyn shook her head.

"No, it's too much."

Her fingers absently traced the edge of the document before she realized just how little she knew about Ethan.

He remembered every detail of her preferences, yet she didn’t even know his birthday.

The realization tightened her chest.

Ethan immediately noticed the shift in her gaze, and his heart sank.

"If you won’t take it," he said, his voice lowering, "I'll donate it."

Julian nearly jumped out of his seat.

"Donate it?! Hell no—give it to me then!"

A sea breeze swept across the deck, diffusing the tension.

Evelyn watched the two men bristling at each other and found the whole scene absurdly comical.

Her gaze dropped to the gilded yacht illustration on the document, and suddenly, she remembered Ethan’s focused profile that day at the auction—when he’d won that painting for her.

"I'll take it," she said abruptly.

Both men froze.

Evelyn lifted her eyes to meet Ethan’s startled gaze and added softly,

"But on one condition."

The waves lapped against the hull, mirroring the sudden acceleration of someone’s heartbeat.