Seeing Evelyn with that same proud and rigid expression, Caden Lockwood's palm itched with an impulse to grasp her delicate neck and show her his power.
"Evelyn," Caden Lockwood's voice squeezed through clenched teeth, each word seeming to come from an icy abyss, "how long do you plan on being so stubborn?"
Evelyn felt a dull ache in her chest. Looking at Caden, she retorted, "Am I being stubborn?"
She paused, then spoke again, "Of course! To you, you haven't done a single thing wrong. You, up on your pedestal, think someone like The First Young Master Lockwood can't err, so you dare do anything!"
Listening to Evelyn's sarcastic tone, Caden's dark brows furrowed tightly together.
His malicious gaze swept over Evelyn, his handsome face darkening further.
He stared at her, his narrow black eyes brimming with cold light, his thin lips pressed straight—without a hint of a smile.
Feeling the pure wrath from Caden directed solely at her, Evelyn's heart grew even colder.
