Evelyn's whole body stiffened, turning back, she watched Caden Lockwood stride away with flair and arrogance, exuding unmatched charm.
She clenched her fists in frustration, really wanting to punch him a few times on the head.
But she had no choice but to listen to his threats!
What if he really pounced and "devoured" her?
She frantically scratched her hair, feeling like she was about to go crazy!
Why was she living such a nerve-wracking life?
After carefully preparing breakfast, Evelyn was too worried about being "eaten" to feel sleepy anymore.
Looking at Caden Lockwood sitting at the dining table ready to enjoy the delicacies, she smiled ingratiatingly, "Uncle, these are buns I made for you, with added cornmeal. Try them, they taste great!"
Caden raised an eyebrow, noticing that Evelyn indeed had a knack for cooking.
Whenever he ate her food, he never felt picky at all.
With a raise of his dark eyebrow, he asked, "Is your ambition to become a chef?"
