However, immediately, Evelyn's dissatisfaction and grievance prevailed.
Her limbs were still sore and weak, even after a sleep, she hadn't fully recovered.
At that moment, Caden Lockwood opened his eyes, meeting Evelyn's bright eyes. He smirked softly, "It seems, madam, that you've been bewitched by my good looks again."
His voice was low, clear, and pleasing.
Evelyn's inner grievance was instantly replaced by fulfillment—Caden was smiling more and more these days.
Yet in front of others, he remained cold as ever.
Thinking about it, Evelyn couldn't help but feel a swell of superiority!
"Uncle, I..."
Just as Evelyn began to speak, Caden narrowed his eyes, threatening coldly, "Looks like you weren't satisfied earlier and want to go again?"
"What are you talking about!" Evelyn's cheeks flushed, "I'm exhausted, okay!"
"Next time, if you don't call me 'husband'." Caden paused, then continued, "I'll make sure that in your weakest moment, you call me, and beg me, again and again."
