Slowly Falling into His Love Trap Chapter 1:

On the island of Atheria, the "Sailboat" hotel resembles the palace of a Sea God, magnificent and grand, with an irresistible allure.

Evelyn Morgan’s twentieth birthday is held here, with supre honor and a halo of glory, yet there isn’t a trace of happiness on her charming face.

Because, the idol she had wanted to see for fourteen years did not co.

He didn’t even say "Happy Birthday" to her.

After the banquet, she staggered towards the room booked at the hotel, head down, muttering "You’re a bad person," her steps uneven as she continued forward.

Her head hit sothing solid, then she saw a black suit, only then did she slowly realize she had bumped into a man’s embrace.

"Ouch!" She rubbed her forehead, voicing her dissatisfaction, and the tears that had long filled her eyes seed to finally have a reason to spill, sliding down her cheeks.

Sniffing, she glanced at the room number on the wall and shouted, "Why are you standing at my door for no reason?"

After complaining, she was stunned.

How is this man so good-looking!

His tall, muscular body stood firm, casting a shadow on her face, blocking the dazzling light and allowing her to see him clearly.

With bushy eyebrows and a proud nose, his dark eyes were as sharp as a tiger’s, and his thin lips pressed into a line without a hint of a smile. His entire being exuded an unparalleled arrogance and dominance, wrapping her in his formidable and cold aura.

In her mory, she seed to have seen this face sowhere before.

The man stood arrogantly, looking down at the little girl in front of him. Her cheeks were flushed red, soaked in wine, giving off a strong sll of alcohol.

He was Caden Lockwood, the most esteed Eldest Young Master of the world’s top ten Lockwood Group, single until now, known as "First Young Lord."

"Are you drunk?" His cold, handso face showed no emotion. "You beco reckless once you co of age?"

Evelyn gave Caden Lockwood a silly grin. "You can tell I’ve co of age? I did, just today! Twenty years old! The perfect age to talk about marriage!"

Then, she waved her hand dismissively, mumbling, "No use, he doesn’t even look at ."

Saying this, she lost interest in looking at the handso man, her amber eyes filled with lancholy. She swiped her room card, each step moving forward disheartened.

She closed the door casually, feeling hot, she took off her jacket, leaving only a small strap dress. She lay on the bed, her body sprawled out, lightly calling, "Water, is there no water? I’m so thirsty..."

"Get up and get it yourself," Caden Lockwood’s voice echoed in the room.

Evelyn turned to look and saw that the man who had been standing at the door just now had also co in!

Why?

This is her room!

Her walking speed was fast, but her mind, numbed by alcohol, couldn’t keep up with directing her steps.

Her left foot stepped on her right, and she let out a sharp "Ah," just as she was about to have an intimate encounter with the floor, she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist, lifting her, and she was once again in that wide chest.

"Thump—"

Her chest pressed against his firm chest wall, feeling his heartbeat, steady and strong, one beat after another.

eting his deep eyes, she parted her red lips, gasping for breath, completely forgetting to question why he was here, letting out a soft, instinctive voice: "I’m thirsty..."

Caden Lockwood’s lips curled into a smile, looking interestedly at this little girl who seed to be inviting him to taste her. Her youthful scent was sweet beyond asure, her trembling eyelashes revealed a pair of hazy eyes, closed quietly like an elf.