"Uncle!" Evelyn’s hair stood on end, "You..."
"Tonight, I’m going to et the person I least want to see and fight a hard battle." Caden Lockwood’s tone was calm, "I need a bit of comfort from you."
"Huh?" Evelyn was puzzled.
The person he least wants to see?
A hard battle?
Why does his tone seem so strange?
Tightening his arms, Caden Lockwood held Evelyn even more tightly.
He trapped her against his chest, inhaling the fragrance of her hair, wishing he could command ti to slow down.
He wanted to savor more monts of this tranquility.
Evelyn was bewildered, hesitant to ask further, and wasn’t very compliant staying in Caden Lockwood’s embrace, finding any slight opportunity to quickly escape.
"Uncle!" Her tone was filled with tension, "Wish you success!"
Saying that, she took two yuan from her bag, respectfully handed it to him, quickly opened the door and rushed out.
Watching Evelyn’s back, what lingered in his mind was still the mischievous look on her face.
Caden Lockwood shook his head with a smile, the unexpected indulgence evident between his brows.
Looking at the two yuan she handed over, in an inconspicuous corner, as always, was her handwriting—every day when she paid him back, he could see the words she wrote in pencil on the money.
Sotis complaints to him, sotis her hardships, sotis a doodle.
That girl is just not a quiet person.
Her life seems to be constantly in "motion."
This ti, she wrote: Uncle, can’t you be less bossy?
His thoughts drifted far away, he gave her patience he had never given anyone else, and now, she dislikes him for being too bossy?
That foolish woman is truly thankless!
Looking at the serious and adorable handwriting, Caden Lockwood breathed easily, put the money away into his pocket, his face displaying a confident and easy charm as he drove off to the large villa where his father lived.
The Lockwood Family’s villa is located on a large open field in the suburbs, looking from a distance, it’s like a palace, splendid and magnificent.
Caden Lockwood drove to the entrance, the butler ca to greet him, everything in the villa was orderly and quiet without any noise.
In this strict decorum, there is reproach, there is suffocation.
The gates opened, Caden Lockwood walked in, his gaze casually scanning the surroundings.
On the leather sofa in the living room sat his father, Jas Lockwood, holding a newspaper, dressed in a thin shirt embroidered with dragon patterns, exuding a majestic and imposing aura.
Between Jas Lockwood’s brows was a cold sternness identical to Caden Lockwood’s.
The butler approached Jas Lockwood, whispering, "Sir, the young master is back."
Only then did Jas Lockwood lift his eyes, put down the newspaper in his hand, and looked at Caden Lockwood standing there, coldly saying, "It’s rare you co back, and you don’t even call out ’father’?"
"What’s the matter?" Caden Lockwood wasn’t in the mood for pleasantries.
"Do you really not know why I called you back?" Jas Lockwood lowered his tone.
Caden Lockwood lightly pressed his thin lips, showing no intention to speak.
"Now rumors are everywhere that you already have soone in mind, even your Uncle Keaton personally called to inquire. Don’t you know that the marriage alliance between our Lockwood Family and The Keaton Family was decided long ago?" Jas Lockwood said coldly.
Caden Lockwood’s lips curled into a faint mocking smile, and he spoke lightly, "Eleanor Keaton?"
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