Slowly Falling into His Love Trap-Chapter 67: I’m Not His Wife, Really Not
Caden Lockwood took a deep breath and finally shifted his gaze from the jade cup to James Lockwood.
"I’ll make my own choices," Caden said calmly, "No need for the chairman to worry."
Saying this, he stood up to leave.
Regarding Caden’s cold and distant attitude, James furrowed his brows and then softly asked, "Does your headache still occur?"
Caden paused in his steps, finding his father’s sudden concern both novel and amusing.
The reason for his headaches, did his father intend to continue pretending to be oblivious?
This place, supposedly a home, how different is it from a purgatory?
"Sorry to disappoint the chairman, my headache is not fatal." Caden coolly uttered a few words and continued walking.
Watching Caden’s back, James clenched his fists, his face turning livid.
With great difficulty, he swallowed the breath that was caught in his chest, turning back to look at the table where three teacups lay shattered.
A tremor flickered in his eyes, and James rushed over to inspect, finding only shards of what used to be cups.
He quickly stepped out to chase after Caden, but only the sound of a car leaving echoed in his ears.
James was so furious he clutched his chest, barely able to catch his breath.
"Master!" The butler quickly supported James, soothing his back, "Master, please don’t be angry with the young master; he didn’t mean it!"
"Caden Lockwood!" James roared, "I am your father!"
Driving, Caden glanced at the rearview mirror, hearing a pained cry, the curve of his lips deepening slightly.
He noticed his hand was bleeding.
Just now, breaking the cup had taken quite a bit of his strength.
Squinting his eyes slightly, he looked at the foreboding black sky, stretching his body, as defiant as ever...
Meanwhile, Evelyn lay on the bed, staring at the phone number Logan Shaw had written on her textbook for a long, long time.
They say seeing the words is like seeing the person. The few words Logan Shaw wrote were carefree and elegant, just like himself, a classic that others couldn’t imitate or replicate.
Suddenly, the phone rang.
She casually picked up the phone and, seeing the nickname displayed on the screen, caught her breath, her entire being coming alive.
Big Brother!
He actually took the initiative to call her!
Taking a deep breath and adjusting her state, she then pressed the call button and spoke gently, "Hello."
"Evelyn." Logan’s voice was clean and magnetic, "I’m calling to especially thank you for the lucky coin you gave me."
"You’re welcome," Evelyn whispered, "I’m glad you liked it."
The warm laughter from Logan bubbled through the earpiece, and he added, "It was very effective. After making a wish with it, it indeed came true."
From his voice, it seemed his mood was exceptionally good now.
Deeply happy, Evelyn felt proud and said, "Of course! I told you, it’s very effective!"
However, she was curious about what wish Logan had made!
How wonderful!
It was her lucky coin that made his wish come true!
Then, having told the lucky coin so many times that she hoped to be with Big Brother in this life, it would surely come true too!
"Uh... there’s something..." Evelyn tightened her fist, her expression becoming serious, "I..."
"Go ahead," Logan’s voice was soft, carrying a calmness that put people at ease.
"I’m not married." She enunciated each word slowly.
This matter had been bottled up in her heart for a long time; she just wanted to quickly clarify it.
"The uncle this afternoon was joking with you. I’m not his wife, really not!" Her speech was fast, tinged with the unease of fearing she’d be doubted.
[PS: Baby just wants to say: Evelyn, you have the wrong person! Hahaha~]
