Slowly Falling into His Love Trap Chapter 209: Do You Love Me?

"Uncle."

"Do you... love ?" Evelyn asked.

She was shaking all over, biting her lip, her eyes busy pretending not to look at him, but her ears were perked up, unwilling to miss a single syllable from him.

"Not the kind of interest that’s just about novelty, and not for any other reason. Do you love ?" Evelyn’s voice was very, very low.

After a pause, she continued, "If you don’t love , yet you let sleep with you, in the future, if you et a woman you love, she’ll mind. And if I et a man who loves , he’ll mind, too."

Hearing Evelyn’s words, Caden’s eyes filled with deeper affection.

He rubbed her cheek with his thumb, and his thin lips parted slightly, "We won’t divorce." His tone was full of certainty.

Even if there were misunderstandings, even when he was so angry at her that his teeth itched, he didn’t want a divorce.

He thought, nothing could ever make them divorce again.

Evelyn’s eyes trembled, and she spoke softly, "But... there has to be feelings involved!"

Caden stared at Evelyn, sizing her up back and forth.

He was contemplating her question.

During this period, he’d completely overlooked this question.

Does he love her?

He’d never thought that he might have the ability to love soone.

And what she wanted was that kind of pure, passionate, unwavering love.

Could he give her that kind of love?

It was the first ti Caden felt unsure about himself.

Living in the Lockwood Family’s environnt, he felt he was not even qualified to love a woman.

The fire in his body suddenly extinguished, and a faint smile curled up at the corners of his lips; it was dejection, annoyance, helplessness.

He moved down from her, holding her, without saying a word.

Evelyn’s eyes darted around in panic, her heart silently plumting.

Even though Caden didn’t answer her question, she already knew his answer.

He doesn’t love her.

It’s as if a ball of cotton clogged her heart, soaked with tears, getting heavier and heavier until she couldn’t breathe.

She felt so helpless.

He doesn’t love her, yet he keeps her by his side, treating her so well—what exactly does he want?

Her breathing was rough, and she desperately wanted to vanish from his embrace and never see him again.

"How did you do on your exam?" Caden suddenly spoke, breaking the silence in the room.

"Not bad," she said in a sticky tone.

"Let’s go on a date!" Caden’s words jumped around, "Are you still paying back daily? Paying it properly? Erin Morgan, haven’t you guessed why I’m having you pay back two dollars a day?"

One question after another left Evelyn completely bewildered.

A date?

Why out of the blue, a date?

Moreover, why did he suddenly bring up repaying money again?

Isn’t their conversation a bit too strange?

Seeing Evelyn’s bewildered expression, Caden couldn’t help but laugh.

With his chin resting on her head, drawing her into his embrace, he continued, "Hungry? Let’s get up and eat."

"Uncle!" Evelyn complained dissatisfied, "Can’t your thoughts be less erratic!"