"Tsk!" Evelyn hurriedly averted her eyes, avoiding that teasing, seductive gaze just in time.
Her heart quietly sank; she had waited until now without leaving, just to know the real answer.
However, this man wasn't the type who would honestly tell her the answer at all!
"Untie me first," Caden Lockwood coaxed, "There's no surveillance in the room, and you can't recall anything. Aren't you only able to rely on me?"
Evelyn thought it made sense and asked in a negotiating tone, "Then you have to keep your word. Once I untie you, you must tell me the truth."
Caden nodded.
Evelyn untied the rope and looked at Caden. Just as she was about to ask him for the answer, he suddenly pulled her by the waist, throwing her onto the bed, completely covering her with his body.
"W-what do you want!" She nearly jumped out of her skin, "I'm warning you, if you try anything funny, I'll call the police!"
"Silly girl," he kissed her little nose, his tone unexpectedly indulgent even to himself, "Stop worrying about that time-wasting question."
"It's not a waste of time," her tone turned soft and sticky, "I want to save my first time for the man I love the most, not to be confused like this..."
"If I'm the man you love the most, wouldn't that fulfill you?" His tone was half joking, half serious.
Evelyn froze, furrowed her brows tightly, and said discontentedly, "Uncle, I already have someone in my heart!"
As she spoke, she pushed him away, sat up, tidied her slightly messy clothes, and softly said, "The medicine bottle, I put it in your suit pocket; keep it there in the future! Goodbye."
Caden's large hand clenched into a fist— one second he was raging because she had someone in her heart, and the next he was bought by her care.
His mood fluctuated so quickly in such a short time, he couldn't even think about the deeper meaning behind it.
All he knew was that he didn't want her to escape from his side so easily.
Seeing her leg limping, he immediately stepped forward and grabbed her, lowering his eyes to see her scraped knee, swollen into a large bruise.
He furrowed his brows tightly, a cold glint flashing in his dark eyes, "Did you fall while getting the medicine?"
"N-no, that's not it!" She weakly shrank back, "Uncle, let go of me, it's getting late and I need to hurry back for dinner."
He didn't speak, his handsome face devoid of any expression, pulling her to sit on the bed, opening the cabinet, taking out the first aid kit, and kneeling down to apply medicine to her without a word.
Her body stiffened, not even daring to breathe too forcefully, her gaze tightly fixated on the man kneeling on one knee, resembling a proposal.
The light fell on his face, casting a shadow that made his features stand out more, and her attention was completely captured by his hands.
Distinct joints, slender and clean, each fingernail rounded and full, the cotton ball soaked with medicine lightly pinched between his fingertips, softly settled on her knee wound as if numbed, feeling no pain.
"Can't walk?" Caden's handsome face turned sullen, his surroundings exuding a terrifying aura, "Such a grown-up still manages to trip?"
Evelyn pouted; she fell because she hurried to get the medicine for him!
After putting the first aid kit back in place, Caden carefully checked the bandage on her knee, a trace of satisfaction flickering in his dark eyes.
"I'll treat you to dinner." His tone was cool, as if explaining, and added, "I never owe favors."
"No need!" Evelyn quickly shook her head.
Seeing him furrow his brows, she pointed to the sky outside, the sun already nearly setting.
"Isn't evening your busiest time?" Her tone was innocent and pure, "Uncle, the guys printed on the card aren't as handsome as you! Wishing you prosperous business."
After saying this, she stood up, said "Goodbye," and quickly ran away.
Caden stood in place, his cold expression slightly cracking, the shock too late to hide displaying in his deep black eyes, thick veins bulging on his clenched fist.
Damn!
Did that girl really insist on mistaking him for a "Cowherd"?
There were a few special service cards on the bedside table, inexplicably, he chuckled briefly, then laughed more and more happily, stepping out with a heroic stride, walking with such boldness that it was breathtakingly handsome...