Seeing the confusion on Evelyn's face, Caden Lockwood moved closer, wanting to hold her hand, but she pulled away preemptively.
Her delicate face was full of anger. Just thinking about how Caden had forced himself on her again made Evelyn not want to see him at all.
Caden, feeling helpless, could only withdraw his hand with frustration, hiding it behind his back, and spoke softly, "Let's find a place to talk properly."
"Afraid of losing face?" Evelyn felt like she was completely provoking him, "If you're afraid of losing face, then don't follow me! I'm really sorry, my voice is naturally loud, making Mr. Lockwood lose face. I'm truly sorry."
After saying that, Evelyn turned to leave again.
As soon as she took a step, her wrist was grabbed.
Immediately, she leaned forward, her entire body enveloped by Caden's broad chest.
His arms tightened, holding Evelyn firmly in his embrace, as if to engrave her into his body, never allowing her to slip away.
