Slowly Falling into His Love Trap

"What’s the matter?" Caden Lockwood raised an eyebrow, "Up until now, you’re still planning to leave?"

"I..." Evelyn Morgan hesitated.

She wasn’t trying to leave, it was just that sometimes, it seemed like she didn’t really have a choice.

"Do you really want me to go and teach Logan Shaw a lesson before you’ll behave and listen?" Caden Lockwood snapped.

"Why are you bringing up Logan again!" Evelyn Morgan’s tone wasn’t pleasant, "You must have a crush on him for real!"

"Who exactly has a crush on him!" Caden Lockwood raised his voice, "How many times have you said you like him, love him? Even if it’s just a joke, why don’t you try saying you love me?"

"I!" Evelyn Morgan’s eyes widened.

Looking at Caden Lockwood’s intensely angry face, the words "I like you" caught in Evelyn’s throat and couldn’t come out.

She found herself so strange.

Why was she able to unabashedly tell Caden Lockwood that she liked Logan, yet seemed unable to admit she liked Caden?

Evelyn secretly sighed in relief, averted her eyes, and said coldly, "Seeing how energetic you are yelling at me, you must be fine! Get up! Stop pretending to be dead!"

After saying that, Evelyn’s heartbeat was already beyond her control.

When facing Caden Lockwood, she couldn’t help wanting to retort; she just couldn’t talk to him properly.

Caden Lockwood’s temple throbbed, and he stared at Evelyn Morgan, his palm itching fiercely, trying hard to suppress the urge to strangle her, his face dark and unpleasant.

The room suddenly fell silent, and Evelyn couldn’t resist looking at Caden Lockwood again, tentatively asking, "Your head isn’t hurting again, is it?"

"It’ll probably start hurting soon." Caden squeezed out through clenched teeth, "Evelyn Morgan, just keep pissing me off. If you anger me to death, you can collect the inheritance and then be with whoever you like!"

The thought of this scenario made Caden Lockwood wish he could kill Evelyn Morgan now and then be ghostly spouses with her in the afterlife.

Hearing Caden’s words, Evelyn couldn’t help but laugh.

As if purposely provoking Caden Lockwood, she continued along his line, "Suddenly, it seems okay if you die! I’d get a big sum of money, and I could keep as many pretty boys as I want. Life wouldn’t need any more struggling; I’d reach the pinnacle of a white-rich-beauty life!"

"Even if I died, you’d only reach the white-rich point!" Caden gritted his teeth ruthlessly, "Where are you beautiful? Saying you’re beautiful, aren’t you ashamed?"

Evelyn rolled her eyes at Caden Lockwood and mumbled audibly, "You’re the handsome one! Everyone else is ugly!"

"There is someone better looking than me." Caden said gravely.

Evelyn scrutinized Caden Lockwood, marveling inside: Is there really someone more handsome than Caden?

How can that be?

Even compared to Julian Keaton, Evelyn felt he was still a bit lacking compared to Caden.

Evelyn couldn’t help but ask, "Who is it?"

"My wife." Caden’s tone was filled with pride, "My wife is the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in this world."

Hearing Caden Lockwood’s words, Evelyn’s cheeks flushed, her girlish charm completely exposed. With her hands tightly entwined, she stood in front of Caden, head lowered, too shy to look at him. The courage she had to bicker with him just now was instantly gone.

Caden Lockwood felt a tingling sensation in his heart.

He realized that whenever he had a moment of free time, even the slightest action or expression from Evelyn Morgan could arouse his desires.