Caden Lockwood lowered his head, his lips lightly grazing the corner of Evelyn Morgan's mouth, a wicked and profound smile on his face.
"Do you think because my back is injured, I can't do anything to you?" Caden's tone was deep, as if transformed into an invisible hand, clutching Evelyn's heart tightly.
In the past few days, because of Caden's injury, they naturally hadn't had any physical contact.
Although Caden was discharged from the hospital now, his wound still hadn't healed!
It was a bullet wound!
Could it really heal in just a few days?
Evelyn tried to remind herself not to panic, surely Caden was deliberately trying to scare her.
But she couldn't bring herself to laugh.
Who knows what this beast might do!
"For example, standing like this, with a gentle touch, I can still claim what I want." Caden's tone was neither cold nor warm, yet it exuded a danger that threatened to strip Evelyn of her last breath.
