Evelyn nodded, her peripheral vision lingering on Caden Lockwood, unable to look him in the eye.
She always remembered, his fist hitting the wall with such fury and force.
He must have gotten hurt!
Did he get it bandaged?
If he didn't, his hand would surely be in trouble!
This man, why does he like to turn his healthy self into a mess of ailments?
Seeing Evelyn completely ignoring him, Caden looked at the wound on his fist, unconsciously hiding his hand behind his back.
As if, just by not seeing the injury on his hand, he could fool himself into believing that Evelyn still cared about him.
The room fell silent again, and Ashley was the first to break the stalemate: "Are you all not going to get her something to eat? Ahem... actually, I'm hungry too."
Caden seemed to remember, "I'll have Aunt May bring it!"
Then, he got up and went out of the room to make a call.
Only then did Evelyn turn her gaze to Caden, and seeing the wound on his fist, her heart tightened.
