Evelyn adjusted her clothes that Caden Lockwood had half removed. As he withdrew now, all she felt was humiliation.
Just because Eleanor Keaton arrived, he did this?
Ha!
Glaring hatefully at Caden Lockwood, Evelyn clenched her fists, said nothing, and went straight back to the bedroom.
Damn it!
How could there be such a despicable man in the world?
Meanwhile, Caden Lockwood remained standing there, watching Evelyn's retreating figure, troubled and dejected.
He only then realized he had put himself in an awkward situation and had no idea what to do next.
Eleanor Keaton glanced at the fleeing Evelyn, a trace of contempt flashing in her eyes, then she walked over to Caden Lockwood.
"Brother Caden," Eleanor Keaton said softly, "Come, drink your milk!"
Caden Lockwood looked down, the coldness in his eyes causing Eleanor Keaton to shiver slightly.
"Get out," Caden Lockwood's voice squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a ruthless edge that brooked no disobedience.
