Chapter 104 What’s Mine Is Yours
Roman had just finished drying Evelyn's hair when he reached for the shaving cream on the counter.
Evelyn watched him for a moment.
Then, without saying anything, she hopped up onto the sink.
Roman paused, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he stepped closer, settling naturally between her knees.
"Want to help?" He asked.
She nodded.
He placed the cream in her hand, guiding her fingers.
"Just a little."
Evelyn leaned in, carefully spreading it along his jaw. Her touch was soft, a bit unsure at first, but she didn’t pull back.
Roman didn’t move. He simply watched her.
"Like that," he murmured.
When she finished, Roman took the razor and placed it gently in her hand.
"Careful," he said softly, guiding her grip before letting go.
Evelyn's fingers tightened around it. She began, slow and cautious, drawing the blade along his jaw just as he had shown her.
Roman stared at her the whole time.
Her heart skipped when she met his gaze, but she forced herself to focus, continuing with careful strokes.
"Like this?" she whispered.
His gaze didn't waver. "Yeah."
After a while, a question surfaced on her mind.
"Roman… how come you've never given me flowers?"
His brows drew together.
"The other day, Rhys brought Lena flowers. Took her on a date." She continued shaving. "I mean, you've taken me on romantic dates during our vacation. But not flowers." She sulked.
Roman went still.
Then took the razor from her hand, rinsing his face.
"You like flowers that much?”
“Hmm.”
Evelyn nodded, smiling.
“It’s like saying ‘I love you’ without saying it.”
“Girls love flowers. Especially when given to them by their lovers.”
Roman dried his face and turned back to her.
“Then I’ll give you something better.”
Evelyn frowned slightly.
“Better than flowers?”
“Come with me.”
He lifted her down from the sink and led her out.
—
In his study, Roman unlocked a cabinet and pulled out several neatly stacked folders.
Evelyn blinked.
“What does this have to do with flowers?”
Roman handed them to her.
“With this,” he said calmly, “you can do far more than flowers.”
Evelyn opened a folder.
Her expression changed.
"Remember when you said I should hand over all my assets to you?"
Her eyes widened. She quickly opened another one.
Inside were; Deeds, hotel properties, private holdings, investment companies, tech shares, luxury properties across cities, yachts, aircraft ownership papers, accounts, and different bank cards.
Different assets, none connected to the Sinclair family name.
Her head spun.
She opened another folder. There were more properties.
A restaurant chain, vineyard, portfolio of stocks, and so on.
“Roman…”
Her voice faltered.
“How… rich are you?”
He leaned against the desk, arms crossed, watching her with amusement.
“Comfortably.”
Evelyn swallowed.
The stories the media talked about Roman Sinclair's net worth rivaling small countries, weren't exaggerated at all. They were understated.
"Does your father know you're this rich?"
Roman only smiled.
She flipped through more documents.
Even schools. Charitable foundations. Other hidden investments.
Her hands trembled.
This wasn’t normal.
"Roman." She looked up at him. "How did you acquire this much wealth?"
Roman’s expression froze for a while, before turning back to normal.
"Years of accumulated wealth."
"You're just thirty-five."
"Time and opportunity. I was born with into a wealthy family. It opened more doors for me. I had access others didn't, at an early age.” He replied calmly.
Evelyn didn’t look convinced.
This wasn’t just wealth. This was… something else entirely.
“Roman, I can’t take this.”
She closed the file.
“How am I supposed to keep track of all this? I'd die overnight just worrying about it."
Roman’s expression shifted.
“I thought you wanted it.”
"That was a joke I made in the bedroom,” She said quickly. “I didn't mean it literally."
She gathered the documents, stacking them back into the cupboard.
When she turned, Roman's expression had gone cold.
"I thought you'd be impressed."
Her stomach dropped.
"I didn't mean it like that." She reached for his arm. "It's just—it scared me."
He said nothing.
"Roman. I can't keep this for you."
Roman turned away, reaching for a cigarette on the side.
She watched him, her chest tightened.
He lifted it to his lips.
Evelyn hesitated for a while.
"Fine." The word came out before she could stop it. "I'll keep them."
Roman turned back, a faint smile returning as he set the cigarette aside. The coldness gone like it had never been there.
Evelyn realized she'd been tricked.
"Why are you so bent on making me keep your assets?"
He turned to her. "Isn't that what wives do? Safeguard their husband's property?"
She opened her mouth. Then closed it again.
“No, you’re supposed to hide things like this,” she muttered. “What if I divorce you and take everything?”
Roman’s expression darkened instantly.
“You’re planning to divorce me?”
Evelyn closed her eyes, rubbing her temples. "No. I'm not divorcing you."
"Then we're good."
He turned and walked out as if the matter was settled.
"When you're done organizing, come out for lunch."
Evelyn stared back at the mountain of documents.
“How am I supposed to even store all this…”
—
With the tension from earlier softened, they spent the rest of the day wrapped in each other’s warmth.
At night, they sat side by side on the balcony, overlooking the garden below. The air was cool, the sky clear.
Evelyn leaned into him, his arm around her shoulders, her head against his chest.
Neither spoke for a long time.
"I forgot to plug in my phone," she said suddenly.
She stood, turning toward the door.
But Roman caught her wrist. Before she could react, he pulled her back.
She landed on his lap.
He settled her, facing him. Her legs wrapped around him on the side.
Evelyn sucked in a sharp breath when she felt him hard beneath her.
His hands settled gently on her waist.
"Roman…"
"Darling." He called out hoarsely. "I'm horny."
Her heart skipped.
His gaze held hers, darkly. His grip tightened on her waist.
"Lyn." His voice dropped, rough. "Ride me.”