Chapter 459

"What are you doing here? Came for the show?" Michael sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Dominic ignored him completely, his long strides carrying him straight to the empty seat beside Evelyn. Without hesitation, he sat down.

Evelyn stiffened, her fingers tightening around her napkin. "That's Eric's seat," she said quietly.

"This is my seat," Dominic growled, his jaw clenched. "Don't worry. He'll still be at this table."

Understanding dawned on Evelyn—Dominic must have gone to Adrian to have his seat changed.

Once Dominic settled in, Sophia walked over and took the seat next to him.

Noticing Evelyn's discomfort, Michael immediately stood up to switch places with her. But before he could speak, Sophia beat him to it.

"Michael, can we switch seats?" she asked sweetly, her eyes flickering toward Henry.

Michael hesitated, unsure how to refuse, but Sophia didn’t give him the chance. She was already moving toward his seat, leaving him no choice but to surrender it.

Now, even if Michael switched with Evelyn, she would still end up sitting beside Dominic.

Gritting his teeth, Michael turned to Dominic. "Let’s switch seats. What do you say?"

"No."

Michael glared at him, but Dominic didn’t even spare him a glance.

Time slipped by, and soon, the clock struck noon. The wedding ceremony began.

Dominic barely glanced at the stage, his attention elsewhere. Evelyn, however, was absorbed in the moment, snapping photos throughout the ceremony.

When it came time for the bouquet toss, Sophie glanced once in Evelyn’s direction before turning and hurling the bouquet toward her with all her strength.

A sharp "Whew!" cut through the air—and Dominic caught it effortlessly. The crowd erupted into cheers.

Evelyn froze.

Dominic didn’t hand her the bouquet. He had no intention of letting her marry someone else. Instead, he thrust it into Michael’s hands.

"Thanks," Michael muttered, bewildered.

As the ceremony ended, the lights dimmed, and a familiar melody filled the hall.

The crowd went wild.

"Eric! Eric!"

Eric’s smooth, captivating voice filled the room, leaving everyone in awe.

Dominic’s gaze locked onto Evelyn, but she wasn’t looking at the stage like everyone else. She was quietly eating, picking at the cold dishes and vegetables, avoiding the meat.

His jaw tightened. He speared a piece of pork rib with his fork and dropped it onto her plate. She used to love them.

She stared at it, then at him. "I don’t want it. Take it away."

If he didn’t, she’d probably lose the little she’d already eaten. But Dominic didn’t budge. "Eat."

Evelyn’s head throbbed.

Just then, little Lily reached over, pulling Evelyn’s plate toward her. She devoured the pork rib in seconds.

"Mom, switch seats with me! I’m not scared of this bad guy!"

Evelyn smiled weakly. "It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m not scared of him either." She set her fork down, appetite gone.

Eric’s performance ended, and he stepped off the stage.

Michael immediately intercepted him. "Switch seats with Evelyn, and I’ll switch with you."

Within moments, Evelyn was separated from Dominic, with Eric now sitting between them.

Sensing the tension, Eric glanced at Dominic. "Hello, Mr. Blackwood."

Dominic’s dark eyes burned into Evelyn. His voice was low, dangerous.

"Evelyn. Are you pregnant?"