Slowly Falling into His Love Trap-Chapter 33: Evelyn Morgan’s Husband Is Top-Notch!
Stretching out her legs, Evelyn unhappily kicked the seat in front of her; if Young Lord were standing before her now, she’d definitely punch him directly.
Why did he have to say something like that? Why did he have to say she was his wife?
So annoying!
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a forum post saying no wonder she didn’t live in the school dorms; it was so she could go home every night and roll in the sheets with her husband.
People even started comparing Finn Lewis to Caden Lockwood and unanimously leaned towards Caden: Finn Lewis is so weak!
And there was one comment that kept being spammed, leaving her dumbfounded: Evelyn Morgan’s husband must be top-notch in bed!
The same ID, the same comment, spammed countless times, attracting numerous replies.
Evelyn was almost driven crazy, feeling both guilty, scared, and curious—what really happened the night she slept with Young Lord?
Scenes of being kissed by Young Lord flashed in her mind several times, causing her heart to race and her whole body to heat up rapidly.
She quickly closed the forum, opened a book, and forced herself to stop thinking about all this chaos, otherwise, she might have a heart attack!
Meanwhile, in the CEO’s office of The Lockwood Group, Caden Lockwood, after reading through all the posts on Evelyn’s school forum, nodded with satisfaction.
Sure enough, those people have sharp eyes!
His gaze fell on the comment about his superb skills in bed, and a deep smile flashed in his sharp black eyes as he took out his phone and dialed his private hacker’s number.
"Spam that top-notch comment another ten thousand times!" Caden commanded in a domineering tone.
The hacker obediently responded, even though it was quite degrading for a first-class hacker to be instructed to do such a technically meaningless task.
And the biggest mystery was: Why did the cold and arrogant First Young Lord suddenly have such a childish mindset?
Moreover, Young Lord didn’t find it childish or boring at all—instead, he was extraordinarily excited.
Hanging up the phone, Caden couldn’t help but imagine Evelyn’s reaction upon seeing the post—would she be moved for a moment and want to try his top-notch skills?
Spending the rest of the morning in a gloomy mood, Evelyn managed to dodge some people’s gossip and fled like a mouse to the school gate, where she unexpectedly ran into Finn Lewis.
Finn was dressed in sports gear, looking quite spiritless, lacking his usual confident demeanor, dragging a large suitcase behind him, seemingly ready to leave school today.
There’s still some time before the senior prom, was he leaving so soon?
Is it because... of her?
As their eyes met, Evelyn’s heart tightened with a profound sense of guilt that clogged her chest so much, she almost couldn’t breathe.
If there had been no confession, no her, he would still be the senior admired by everyone.
Now, he’s being pointlessly compared to Young Lord and has become the subject of ridicule.
All he did was confess, what wrong did he do?
Among the people mocking him, some had idolized him a moment ago; wouldn’t such a drastic change slap them in the face?
Moreover, what business is it of theirs to interfere in others’ lives?
Accumulating all the guilt on herself, Evelyn tightly clenched her hands and stepped towards Finn Lewis.
"Senior," she said, her voice brimming with apology, "I’m sorry, I..."
"Does your apology have any meaning?" Finn snorted coldly. "You’ve got a man everybody envies and admires. He can provide you with an extremely superior material life, sparing you the need to struggle and fight. It turns out, I’ve always misjudged you! You’re just like those women who want to marry rich and handsome men—when you see money, you marry it!"
