Slowly Falling into His Love Trap-Chapter 126: Little One, You’re So Good
Caden Lockwood’s hand rested on the armrest of the chair, fingers tapping lightly, producing a cold, sharp sound. The shadows cast by the lights perfectly covered his eyes, making him appear even more mysterious.
Not hearing a reply, the secretary continued, "I have already sent someone to closely follow Finn Lewis. Whoever he meets next, we’ll know all the details."
"No need to follow him." Caden remarked casually, "The person behind him doesn’t want to expose their identity. During this period, surely they won’t be getting in touch with him again. After all, he doesn’t serve much purpose anymore."
"The boss thinks ahead, not wasting any manpower or resources!" The secretary flattered him.
"Go follow Eleanor Keaton." Caden’s tone was not pleasant, "See if she has contacted the chairman recently."
The secretary immediately responded, but before he could speak, Caden pressed the hang-up button.
He didn’t need much evidence; he could already ascertain that it was Eleanor conspiring with her father to carry out all this.
However, their psychological tactics are going to fall short.
He understood Evelyn Morgan thoroughly; if she were the kind of person who would keep a lover, he wouldn’t have needed to create one trap after another and work so hard to entice her into marriage.
Moreover, if his chosen woman had such character, then he would be terribly lacking in judgment!
The curve of his smile gradually became playful. Caden looked at his phone; his father would definitely not accept Evelyn Morgan becoming The Lockwood Family’s mistress and would certainly create many obstacles.
The confrontation between him and his father, officially begins now!
The night was deep, Caden finally finished his business affairs, returning to the bedroom.
Evelyn was already lying in bed, asleep.
Breathing a little more heavily, an itch spread across Caden’s palm, tempting him to caress Evelyn’s lips, to feel that exquisite tenderness.
He couldn’t help but wonder: If he kissed her awake, would she scream loudly, or would she be so lost in his kiss that she couldn’t pull away?
He leaned toward the latter, yet knew her reaction would surely be the former.
He laughed out loud, wondering when he had become so trivial.
"Uncle..." Evelyn seemed to have been startled awake by the laughter, "Why don’t you believe me?"
His breath caught, and Caden looked closely at Evelyn.
She lay with her eyes closed, her face pale and powerless, seemingly with a hint of moisture at the corner of her eye. Her tone was like reproach, discontent, and pain, easily tugging at his heartstrings.
Stretching out his hand, his palm gently and carefully caressed her cheek.
"You ungrateful... little thing." he whispered affectionately, "Who said I don’t believe you?"
A glint of delight surged in his dark eyes; he found joy in the new nickname he had given her.
Little Thing!
How sweet!
Seeing no reaction from her, he realized that she was merely dreaming moments ago.
His dark brows raised, his chest swelled with deep amusement—she dreamt of him?
Was his trust that important to her?
Receiving an unexpected satisfaction, the suffocating heaviness in his chest dissipated instantly. With an increasingly broad smile after freshening up, he lay beside Evelyn, uncovering the tightly wrapped quilt and pulling her into his arms.
"Little Thing." He adored this nickname, "Sleep well!"
At this moment, the room lights went out, Evelyn nestled in Caden’s embrace, close to the perfect warmth; she slept especially soundly...
