So when Preston Keaton had someone get ready to take her home, the young lady shook her head and sat down next to a guilty-looking Sophie Keaton.
"I'm not going home today."
She said, "You can go back by yourself."
It was obvious whose idea this was. Preston Keaton shot a cool glance at Sophie Keaton. His expression was neutral, but it was enough to make her hair stand on end.
Fortunately, Preston Keaton didn't say anything more. He nodded. "If you want to sleep here, that's fine."
Evelyn Grant beamed. "Then you can go home."
She showed not a hint of wanting him to stay, but those clear, beautiful eyes were fixed on him, making it impossible for anyone to get angry.
A smirk played on Preston Keaton's lips. "Only you can stay here, but I can't?"
There was really no way to argue with that.
Sophie Keaton, afraid her brother would forcibly carry Evelyn back to his own room, quickly pulled Evelyn Grant by the hand, ran upstairs, and locked the door from the inside.
