Listening to Evelyn Morgan's resolute words, Caden Lockwood felt a prickling itch in his palm, almost wanting to strangle her just like that.
Yet she seemed to mean it sincerely, not just as a threat or a joke.
A woman as stubborn as her, would she really seek death if forced into a relationship?
Her pretty little face was covered in tears, long lashes adorned with drops, so vulnerable, tugging at the heartstrings and softening his resolve.
A hint of something obscure flashed in his dark eyes, his hands propped near her ears, after a thorough inspection of her, his indifferent handsome face finally showed a hint of concession.
"I've looked into your background." His tone was lukewarm, "After your parents passed away, you lost contact with your brother who had been missing for years. You've been searching for him all these years, right?"
Evelyn Morgan froze.
That year when she was six was possibly the toughest year of her life.
