Caden Lockwood stared at Evelyn Morgan, puzzled as to why her face suddenly turned red.
He looked at the "Egan Cross" she was holding in her hand. Did she choose it because she thought it resembled him?
Satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and his palm itched with a strong desire to reach out and touch the curve of her smiling lips before kissing her hard.
However, if he were to kiss her, it had to be justifiable, leaving her with no room for anger.
Raising a dark eyebrow, he slightly parted his thin lips, "Don't need me to take you back?" His tone was quite arrogant.
"No, thanks!" She waved at him, "I can get back myself! Bye-bye!"
As the words left her mouth, she turned around to leave.
"Erin Morgan!" He instinctively grabbed her wrist.
Her breath hitched. She turned back and awkwardly withdrew her hand.
No matter if that girl who scolded her today was his fiancée or not, she realized she was indeed too close to him.
She couldn't allow herself to continue being so confused.
