He had already made his decision, leaving Evelyn Grant with no other choice.
No one could ever sway Preston Keaton in the slightest once he had made a decision.
'And I'm just his little pet. What right do I have to say anything?'
So she didn't argue with him. Evelyn Grant simply gave a tepid "oh," lowered her gaze, and fell silent. Her quietness, however, made Preston Keaton frown.
"Behave."
'Always telling me to behave.'
'I'm already plenty obedient.'
Evelyn Grant suppressed her emotions, her head drooping as she remained silent.
Preston Keaton's tone grew heavy. "Evelyn Grant."
The young woman bit her lip and looked up, her eyes tinged with red. The sight made Preston Keaton's brow furrow even tighter. He sighed softly, pulling her into his arms, and leaned down to coax her patiently. "You want to go have fun with Sophie Keaton that badly?"
Evelyn Grant corrected him, "It's not for fun. It's for work."
