Caden Lockwood was rougher than ever before, and Evelyn Morgan's desperate struggles were to no avail.
At this moment, she lay defenseless beneath him, but his heart had already begun to reject her.
Looking at the scenery right before his eyes, his body still reacted, but he no longer had the urge to touch.
With his fingertip tracing her cheek and gripping her chin, he coldly parted his lips, "You're no different from those other women out there who just want to climb into my bed. You all disgust me!"
Saying this, he got up, didn't spare her another glance, and turned to leave.
Evelyn Morgan lay on the bed, watching Caden Lockwood's retreating figure, tears falling one by one.
Clutching the blanket tightly around herself, vision blurry, wounds aching intensely, her heart was filled with grievance and sorrow, and then she burst into tears...
How many days had passed, Evelyn Morgan hadn't seen Caden Lockwood again, not even a word from him.
