Slowly Falling into His Love Trap Chapter 100:

Evelyn suddenly realized, her eyes shattered, and she instinctively shouted, "Shut up!"

Her voice was full of tremors and panic, and she was so ashad and angry that she wished she could disappear from this world.

With an angry look in her eyes, the fierce anger surrounding Caden Lockwood slowly subsided when he saw the blush on her cheeks.

This girl, turns out she was shy!

Could it be that she really never suspected the aning of "household staff"?

Why did he inexplicably want to applaud himself for his dirty wit?

A playful mood arose in his heart, and his gaze toward her beca even more affectionate.

"What we signed is even more of a ’health and fitness’ agreent." His low, rich voice was deep and sensual, magnetic as if it had a spell, making one obediently listen and indulge.

"Now, it’s ti for you to fulfill your duty."

Curled up on the bed, her resisting hands were grasped by his large ones, lifted above her head, leaving no room for her to say "no."

Especially when a very strange and unfamiliar feeling surged through her body.

Her body temperature rose, she felt so hot, as if a powerful current was coursing through her, making all the blood in her body boil.

So empty.

So restless.

Perceiving this signal she couldn’t accept at all, Evelyn suddenly burst into tears.

She surrendered.

She knew she couldn’t resist him or outsmart him.

In front of him, she was clearly a lamb to be slaughtered, and besides crying, she found no other way to vent.

Caden Lockwood, who was already deep into the mont, was annoyed yet helpless, bothered by Evelyn’s loud crying that aggravated his already swollen desire.

"How much do you lose?" he shouted roughly.

She looked at him, chokingly asking, "Does that an if I don’t lose out, if soone wants, I have to give? Then what do I beco?"

She asked seriously and persistently, leaving him unable to respond.

Her eyes were red, the pillow was already soaked with her tears, her pretty face seed filled with grievance, pain, and unwillingness, making him feel intense pity.

Forcing down his body’s desires, he cupped her small face and slowly wiped the tears from her cheeks.

His rough thumb gently, lovingly, indulgently caressed her face, overflowing with tenderness.

She watched him warily, not daring to look away.

To his current display of gentleness, she felt both alard and uneasy.

After all, when have you seen at co out of a wolf’s mouth?

"You are already my wife." He gently coaxed, stating a fact she couldn’t resist.

"We can divorce." She sobbed, "Uncle, you’re so much better than , I’m not worthy of you!"

Caden Lockwood snorted coldly.

Divorce?

Lowering his gaze, he casually asked, "Everyone at today’s banquet knows you’re my wife. If I divorce so soon, how much gossip will spread?"

"But..."

She was so wronged.

How could she be expected to accept this marriage just because of his potential gossip?

"I don’t want to be married!" she cried, shaking her head, "If you force to do anything with you, I... I’ll die to show you!"