Evelyn felt embarrassed being stared at by Caden Lockwood, and she lowered her eyes slightly, not daring to meet his gaze.
Her hands were tightly clenched together, her face full of a young woman's shyness, her heart brimming with sweetness, and the curve of her lips formed a smile more beautiful than any petal.
Suddenly, Caden Lockwood's voice sounded: "Did you only make just this one?"
Evelyn was stunned, raised her head, and looked at Caden Lockwood with confusion in her eyes.
"Don't you know how to make a pair?" Caden Lockwood said angrily, "You have one, but I don't! Didn't you think of making one for me too?"
Evelyn was speechless, and replied discontentedly, "That was a gift from you to me; why should I prepare one for you too?"
Caden Lockwood glared at Evelyn, still brooding over that bookmark.
The fierce and cold aura pierced like an ice blade, making Evelyn feel as if her whole body was in pain.
