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.
