Benjamin's face twisted into a scowl at Zevian's appearance. He turned to Evelyn and asked in Italian, "Who is he?"
"My husband," Evelyn replied with a smile.
She glanced at Zevian and placed her free hand on his fist, signaling him to calm down. Zevian looked at her, and as their eyes met, his expression softened, a sigh escaping his lips. Everyone in the room, including Benjamin on the phone, observed their interaction keenly. He had heard that she married out of convenience, but it didn't seem that way at all. The way Zevian calmed down at just her glance made Benjamin quite certain this man loved Grace, and his grandson stood no chance.
"Whatever," Benjamin drawled, getting everyone's attention back. "You're coming with him tomorrow. I want the mansion ready for my wife's birthday, we want to spend it there," he added, using his lovely wife, who held a soft spot in Evelyn's heart.
