"Why not sleep in separate rooms?" Evelyn's skin hair stood on end.
In her anxiety, she spoke even louder, "Didn't we agree that I would only be your wife in name?"
Caden lowered his gaze, staring down at Evelyn from above, and asked, "If someone comes to my house and sees us sleeping in separate beds, how much of a joke and trouble do you think it'll cause?"
His handsome and cold face didn't show a hint of loosening. He was domineering and fiercely crushed all the grievances and dissatisfaction in her heart.
Evelyn awkwardly moved her lips.
What he said seemed to make sense.
But to sleep in the same bed with him, how could she dare?
He wasn't someone who could keep his composure!
Especially since she still didn't understand why he was unaffected after being drugged, and that Eleanor Keaton, who was causing a ruckus outside, seemed to have been forcibly taken away.
Even though she now knew his name and identity, she still found him mysterious.
