"Not at all!" Evelyn reacted loudly, but suddenly felt guilty.
She stood up straight, eyes full of intense emotions, speaking louder and more urgently: "I'm just a girl, what's there that I couldn't control? So what if we sleep together, it's no big deal! Uncle, if you betray my trust in you, that would be too much!"
As soon as she finished speaking, she didn't dare to look at him, and hurriedly rushed into the master bedroom.
In bed, she slept on the very edge, with the thin quilt wrapping herself tightly.
If the air conditioner wasn't on, she would have definitely been hot to death.
Yet still, she felt unsafe.
Caden Lockwood followed her in, watching the scene with a face as dark as iron, the coldness and anger rolling towards her.
There's always a tomorrow!
One day, he'll make her look good!
…
That night, Evelyn slept restlessly.
Every time Caden moved slightly, she would wake up startled, thinking he was going to do something to her.
