Evelyn’s eyes lit up. She turned around and saw Caden Lockwood. She imdiately rushed over, raised her hand to touch his forehead, and anxiously asked, "Uncle! Are you okay? Does your head hurt?"
The touch of her palm felt a normal temperature. She then flipped open his suit pocket, and as expected, there was no small dicine bottle inside.
"How can you be like this?" She stomped her foot in anger, "Didn’t I tell you that if you’re sick, you should carry your dicine with you? What if your headache acts up again and you don’t have dicine or anyone to help you? You’re so young, why do you disregard your life like this? Do you know how many people would give up everything for good health?"
Caden’s dark eyes noticeably flinched.
He stared at Evelyn, her face slightly pale and tense, and her charming face was covered in sweat. Her eyes were particularly striking, clear without a hint of distraction, reflecting a tiny him, as if he were her whole world.
His heart suddenly moved. Looking at her, his gaze softened, and her nagging seed to him like beautiful music.
She was showing concern.
Her concern, like her gaze, ca without any ulterior motives.
A strong sense of guilt surged in his heart, and he doubted if he was worthy of her sincerity.
"Uncle, I know, maybe you think carrying a small bottle of dicine in your pocket is undignified. How about this, I’ll sew a small cloth bag in your pocket, and you can wrap the pills in cling film and put them in there, so it won’t affect your appearance! I promise to sew it well, it won’t..."
Before she could finish her sentence, a force pulled her forward, her head bumped into a solid chest, and imdiately, a large hand tightened on her back, holding her tightly.
"Uncle!"
She reacted strongly, trying to push him away.
But it was useless; he was almost embedding her into his body, hugging her so tightly it hurt.
"You silly woman!" His voice was low and hoarse, "Who let you climb over the gate to co in?"
"Why didn’t you open the door when you’re at ho?" she raised her voice in question, "Unbelievable!"
A faint smile suddenly tugged at his lips. Holding this soft body in his arms seed to erase all his anger and worries.
"I fell asleep." He released her, casually giving a reason, "Woken up by your noisiness. What? Were you really worried sothing might happen to ?"
He thought she would be shy, dodging the topic with so excuses.
He thought she would be reserved, justifying herself with more reasoning.
Unexpectedly, she boldly admitted it, courageously, making him start to feel unworthy.
"Yes!" she responded simply, "It’s not like you’re my enemy; why would I want you dead?"
His expression montarily froze, and sothing surged in his calm, dark eyes, sothing akin to pain or worry.
eting her probing gaze, he suddenly smiled, looking at her with a sense of relaxation and joy.
"Hurry up!" she urged, "After I clean, make dinner for you, I need to rush back ho for dinner! If I’m not ho, Aunt May will scold !"
He walked to the door, "Put your hand here." His tone was commanding.
She complied, placing her index finger on the fingerprint scanner, and soon after, the door opened by itself.
"Next ti you co, just open the door yourself." His voice was light and casual, as if it were the most natural thing to do.
She looked sideways at him, eting his deep, mysterious gaze.
Her heart suddenly sped up, beating loudly, startling her. She quickly walked into the room, moving so fast that she didn’t notice the wall and bumped right into it.
"It hurts—"
She clutched her forehead, her tears nearly falling.
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