Evelyn stared intently at Caden Lockwood, the profound meaning in his gaze making every cell in her body stand on end.
In this current position, she couldn't feel at ease—she was half-lying in the passenger seat, with him looming over her, his strong arm propped against the seat, leaving a fist-sized gap between their bodies, ready to completely cover her at any moment.
Her big eyes sparkled with a lively light as she spoke pleadingly: "Uncle, can you get up for a moment? I think I sprained my back, ouch, it hurts so much! If you don't sit up, my bones will break! Hurry, get up, get up!"
Caden Lockwood clenched his fist, his voice squeezing through his teeth: "There's only one way you could've sprained your back!" His tone was vicious.
Evelyn inwardly cried out that it wasn't good, and sure enough, before her conclusion could reach her senses, a hot kiss was already pressing down on her.
