Taking a deep breath, Evelyn covered her chest, still feeling nervous.
No way!
She absolutely can't wait any longer!
Continuing to pretend to be sick couldn't keep Caden Lockwood at all!
Thinking this, Evelyn almost immediately turned around, opened the bathroom door a little, and called out sweetly, "Honey, I forgot to bring a towel. Can you get it for me? It's hanging on the balcony."
Caden Lockwood looked up and indeed saw a towel on the clothes rack.
He clenched the book in his hands, his expression awkward and gloomy.
While Evelyn was bathing, he was already suffering.
He couldn't help but imagine droplets of water falling on her body, her skin white and smooth, a touch so irresistible that once you touched it, you wouldn't want to let go.
His mind conjured images of her blooming with feminine charm beneath him, and he keenly noticed that his well-fitting trousers had long since become tight.
When it came to her, he never could remain calm.
