Slowly Falling into His Love Trap-Chapter 24: Touching Her Is Just His Occupational Habit
Listening to Evelyn Morgan’s escalating accusations, Caden Lockwood remained silent, quietly watching her, as the air inside the car grew more somber and oppressive.
How badly must he have treated her for her to feel so wronged?
Did she know how many women were lining up just to meet him?
This ungrateful, foolish woman!
She cried and cried, without anyone soothing or stopping her, as if the person sitting next to her was a cold, unfeeling stone.
Evelyn Morgan couldn’t help but feel awkward, grabbing a tissue to dry her tears and nose, glaring angrily at Caden Lockwood.
Her eyes, washed with tears, looked even clearer and purer, but her rims were red, and a small teardrop hung from her lashes, evoking a deep sense of pity.
Caden Lockwood sat rigidly, his gaze fixated on Evelyn Morgan, eyes sharp, without a trace of expression on his face, yet his heart unknowingly grew soft.
Several times he wanted to raise his hand to wipe away her tears, to hold her in his arms for comfort, but his limbs felt as if they were immobilized, unable to move.
It was as if touching her was sinful.
After calming herself a bit, Evelyn worded softly, "I’ll clean your house; you should go to work."
Detecting the coldness in her tone, she once more turned her back to him, preparing to get off the car. In his dark eyes, there flashed a hint of panic he couldn’t suppress, and he quickly seized her wrist, murmuring, "Repay my fee for today!"
Upon hearing this, Evelyn’s eyes flared with anger, shoving away Caden’s hand vigorously, then rummaged through her bag, throwing some prepared change onto his thigh.
"Is this all you can think about every day? Here! Take your two bucks, they’ll make you rich! You despicable man!"
Her face flushed red with anger.
She was truly upset, wondering how she ended up meeting someone like this.
The car suddenly started, its speed climbing to triple digits as if intending to soar on the road.
Evelyn immediately grasped the handle, looking towards Caden Lockwood, and asked in urgency, "Where are you taking me!"
He cast her a sidelong glance, coldly uttering two words, "Going home."
"Home?" She totally misjudged his leap of thought, "To your house? I can go by myself! Don’t you have work tonight?"
"Taking the night off!" Caden Lockwood replied with a hint of irritation.
He was both angry and frustrated—angry at himself for clinging to a woman, frustrated that the woman refused to be clung to.
Evelyn was taken aback.
Indeed, no matter the job, everyone needs a day off.
Besides, considering his physically demanding line of work, he probably needed a good rest.
Suppressing the sadness in her heart, she regretted saying those words to him earlier.
Everything that happened, she brought upon herself; how could she vent all her frustrations on him?
For a male escort like him, getting handsy with women might just be part of his occupational hazard?
Her cheeks flushed red, she sneaked a glance at Caden Lockwood, who seemed to treat her as if she didn’t exist, focusing solely on driving, his expression as dark as ink.
"Uncle," she carefully spoke, "um... have you ever thought about changing jobs?"
Caden Lockwood glanced at Evelyn, "Do you have a prejudice against my profession?" His tone was cool.
"Though you neither steal nor rob, and make a living by your skills, but..." she hesitated for a moment, then continued, "but your profession isn’t easily accepted by everyone. Besides, with your abilities, you could have a more glamorous, dignified life!"
