Slowly Falling into His Love Trap-Chapter 41: Need to Hurry Up and Become His Wife
"Of course, it won’t be the entire university." Caden Lockwood chuckled lightly, his tone was a complexity Evelyn Morgan couldn’t comprehend.
Evelyn was puzzled, completely unsure of how to continue asking questions under his smiling gaze.
It felt like the more she asked, the more ambiguous it became.
She’d done so many things to dig herself into a hole, she had better stop now!
Alright then!
Anyway, she barely interacted with people at school. With time, as everyone forgot about this matter, there would be no more news now, right?
And people who enjoy gossip are always bored; Evelyn and Caden Lockwood merely walked through the campus together, and that could become a headline marked by envious glances.
...
As if deliberately avoiding contact with Caden, Evelyn started to pick times when he wasn’t home to clean up, leaving two yuan on the table as if to never cross paths with him again.
Twice, Caden specifically waited at the school gate for Evelyn; clearly seeing her come out, yet she cleverly slipped away like a mouse, vanishing quickly.
Caden was furious, but he couldn’t bring himself to pester her.
So the two remained at a stalemate, not meeting for at least ten days.
That day, Evelyn arrived at university as usual, her face pale, somewhat lacking in spirit.
Last night, she dreamt of her uncle, who said his head hurt, and thankfully she had sewn a small pocket in his jacket to store medicine, otherwise, he would be dead, claiming she was his lifesaver.
Evelyn was baffled, why would she have such a strange dream?
She had already decided to steer clear from her uncle, minimizing encounters, hoping it would avoid stirring up so much trouble.
Yet, she couldn’t shake the odd feeling in her heart.
Not far away, Eleanor Keaton sat in her car, staring at Evelyn’s back with eyes full of potent malice.
Two days ago, she heard from her brother’s mouth some pointed advice, warning him not to harbor any illusions about Caden anymore, leaving her stunned.
All along, her brother hadn’t been very supportive of her pursuing Caden but had never explicitly forbidden it.
It must have been because her brother had learned about Evelyn’s existence, causing him to suddenly firm up his stance!
"Evelyn, was it?" Eleanor sneered, "I’ll show Brother Caden the gap between you and me!"
Having lived this long, she’d never been overly concerned about rivals in love, but now, one suddenly appeared, and she was more anxious, fearful, uneasy.
She had to swiftly solve the competitor to become Caden Lockwood’s wife!
The sun shone brightly, yet Evelyn’s back suddenly felt a chill, her skin prickled with goosebumps inexplicably.
She glanced around, rubbed her temples, convinced the dream about her uncle had scared her.
Continuing forward, she embarked on a new day.
Meanwhile, Caden Lockwood was lying on a luxurious yacht, leisurely under the sea breeze, his perfect, muscular body nearly naked, except for a black swim trunk covering the most essential parts, his face expressed an unwavering coldness.
Julian Keaton walked beside him, lay down, glanced at the glass of wine next to Caden, and smiled faintly: "It’s rare for The First Young Master Lockwood to grace my Patty, yet you lie here alone looking like you’re missing someone? What’s this? Who can have such a hold on you that you’re affected this way?"
Caden’s gaze flickered, but he offered no reply, gulping down his wine.
"Is it the woman I saw that day?" Julian persisted in questioning, "How could she be so oblivious? The only woman The First Young Master Lockwood is interested in, not constantly flattering you, yet making you miss her? Could it be... she’s playing a game of feigned disinterest?"
