"Not at all!" Evelyn reacted loudly, but suddenly felt guilty.
She stood up straight, eyes full of intense emotions, speaking louder and more urgently: "I’m just a girl, what’s there that I couldn’t control? So what if we sleep together, it’s no big deal! Uncle, if you betray my trust in you, that would be too much!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she didn’t dare to look at him, and hurriedly rushed into the master bedroom.
In bed, she slept on the very edge, with the thin quilt wrapping herself tightly.
If the air conditioner wasn’t on, she would have definitely been hot to death.
Yet still, she felt unsafe.
Caden Lockwood followed her in, watching the scene with a face as dark as iron, the coldness and anger rolling towards her.
There’s always a tomorrow!
One day, he’ll make her look good!
...
That night, Evelyn slept restlessly.
Every ti Caden moved slightly, she would wake up startled, thinking he was going to do sothing to her.
Between falling asleep and waking up, she was on the verge of collapse.
Exhausted, yet afraid to sleep, when the dawn light entered the bedroom, she quietly crawled up and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
Standing there, she was almost about to fall asleep.
"Didn’t sleep well?" Caden’s voice sounded at the kitchen door.
Evelyn jumped in fright, looking at Caden, her eyes flashing with panic, she instinctively spoke: "You... you’re up so early?"
Caden snorted coldly, "Do you really think I’m so free?"
There’s such a big company to manage, he’s really exhausted!
With a helpless smile, she spoke softly: "Breakfast is ready, why don’t you go brush your teeth and wash your face first!"
Saying this, she continued with her tasks, not daring to entangle too much with him.
Caden stood silently in place.
Her face looked haggard, with dark circles under her eyes, not as fresh and bright as usual.
A hint of compassion flashed in his heart.
Full well knowing, it was because she was afraid of him and didn’t dare to sleep that she looked like this.
Putting away that trace of pity for her, he also had a tough night, and the fire within him was not easy to extinguish.
Both of them, equally.
A smile appeared unknowingly at the corner of his mouth, followed by a surge of happiness in his chest.
He had long moved out on his own, accustod to waking and sleeping alone.
His life had always been procedural, without any surprises or waves.
But now it’s different, Evelyn is his surprise and wave, anything related to her he cannot be fully sure of.
For example, he thought for sure he would have slept with her last night, unexpectedly letting her off.
However, this current mode of interaction is not bad either.
He loves watching her being annoyed yet unable to win against him, life is always full of fun.
The smile on his lips deepened, his eyes filled with tenderness, he went up and embraced Evelyn into his arms.
Her small body trembled heavily, she reacted sharply trying to push him away, anxiously saying: "What are you doing! Let go of !"
He had no intention of letting go, instead he tightened his arms, ignoring her struggles, burying his head in her neck.
The pleasant scent entered his body with each breath, making him even more satisfied and joyful.
Lightly biting her small ear, he spoke softly: "Erin Morgan, make the breakfast taste good, otherwise..."
Otherwise?
She frowned, not understanding the turn of his words.
"I’ll eat you." He said flatly, then released her, a deep, rolling laughter bursting from his chest, exceptionally pleasant.
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