The quiet air seed to join in the commotion, Evelyn Morgan’s face turned pale all of a sudden, and she rolled into the corner of the room with the bedding, her mind going blank.
Last night, after she drank too much, she left the birthday party and returned to her room wanting to sleep. What happened next was a complete blackout for her.
Looking at the man on the bed again, he was only wearing a pair of black boxers. His physique was strong and towering, muscles solid, with every line perfectly alluring.
He furrowed his dark brows, and the mont he opened his eyes, a wave of oppressive silence surged through the room.
He looked over at her, his piercing gaze enveloping her, she shivered all over, too scared to even make a sound montarily.
She was both panicked and afraid; in such a situation, she didn’t need mory to know what happened to her last night.
And clearly, it was her who booked the room!
My god!
Did she bring a man into the room?
Even gave away her first ti?
Tears welled up in her eyes, her nose felt sour, she wanted to have a big cry, cursing herself for doing sothing so ridiculously extre.
But, she couldn’t.
Crying it out now, then what?
Caden Lockwood looked coldly at Evelyn, her eyes darting around, her pretty face more moving, making people want to adore her fiercely.
He thought she would cry, throw a tantrum when she woke up, but unexpectedly, after a sharp scream, she went completely quiet.
Is she frightened out of her wits?
Last night he originally planned on taking a short rest, but this woman seed to have a calming aura, once he slept, he fell into a deep slumber.
Might as well consider her my sleeping pill from now on! Seems like a good choice!
"Excuse ..." Although Evelyn looked calm on the surface, her voice was trembling and hoarse, and she felt even colder all over, trying several tis but couldn’t calm herself down.
"Uncle." Her clenched hands were pinched together, "Well... we’re both... adults... a night like this, I won’t take seriously, and you... won’t... take seriously, right?"
Caden raised an eyebrow, unusually showing a playful smile.
Uncle?
He’s only seven or eight years older than her!
"What if I do take it seriously?" He countered matter-of-factly.
"How can you take it seriously!" Evelyn stretched her neck, her voice also naturally louder: "You’re a man, naturally benefiting from this kind of thing, and you intend to take it seriously? I don’t want you to be responsible, you should just laugh and run as far away as you can with your pants on!"
Caden sized Evelyn up, baffled by her current approach.
"I can take responsibility for you." Caden said casually.
Those few words left Evelyn more puzzled.
She couldn’t let anyone know she did sothing so absurd, otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to stay in that house!
The idol she’d waited fourteen years for, would detest her!
She didn’t want to be detested, and she didn’t want to be kicked out!
"I don’t want you to take responsibility!" Evelyn said with a bad tone, "Tell , what do you really want?" She was ready to take on anything.
Caden curved his lips, yet it didn’t seem like a smile, lightly uttering words that felt like choking Evelyn: "Take responsibility for you."
"I understand." Evelyn looked at Caden vigilantly, "You’re the so-called ’Cowherd’! You think I’m a rich woman, and want to keep you, right?"
Caden’s complexion darkened, glaring at Evelyn’s delicate neck, feeling a sudden urge to strangle her.
"Then you’ve thought too much! This room was booked by soone else, as a birthday gift for . If you’re looking for a rich woman, find soone else!" Evelyn spoke frankly, "I really don’t have money!"
Caden’s fists tightened, crackling with sound, but Evelyn seed to automatically ignore his anger, still engrossed in her own speculation.
"Evelyn, do you know who I am?" He asked terrifyingly.
"How do you know my na?" Evelyn was startled.
Then, a gleam of light flashed in her eyes, pointing at the bed, "Why is there no blood! I’m a first-tir, it should bleed!"
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