"Who is secretly in love with him?" Caden Lockwood's hands clenched into fists, his face dark like it's been soaked in ink, "What happened with him that you even went to a place like a bar?"
"What's wrong with a bar?" Evelyn's chest seemed to hold a raging fire, "Are everyone in bars scum? Please, high and mighty Mr. Lockwood, tell me, where is truly clean? Is the neighborhood you rushed to all pure and clean?"
After Evelyn irrationally shouted those words, she saw a trace of sadness suddenly appear in Caden Lockwood's cold and harsh expression. She instinctively shut her mouth, and her rationality returned somewhat.
Damn it!
What nonsense did she just shout?
Now it's ruined!
Clearly, she always wanted to find an opportunity to talk properly with Caden Lockwood, but now it seems absolutely impossible!
Evelyn waited, waiting to see if Caden Lockwood would slam the door and leave or just throw her out.
She clearly felt he was angry, but the anger wasn't directed at her.
