"Uncle."
"Do you... love me?" Evelyn asked.
She was shaking all over, biting her lip, her eyes busy pretending not to look at him, but her ears were perked up, unwilling to miss a single syllable from him.
"Not the kind of interest that's just about novelty, and not for any other reason. Do you love me?" Evelyn's voice was very, very low.
After a pause, she continued, "If you don't love me, yet you let me sleep with you, in the future, if you meet a woman you love, she'll mind. And if I meet a man who loves me, he'll mind, too."
Hearing Evelyn's words, Caden's eyes filled with deeper affection.
He rubbed her cheek with his thumb, and his thin lips parted slightly, "We won't divorce." His tone was full of certainty.
Even if there were misunderstandings, even when he was so angry at her that his teeth itched, he didn't want a divorce.
He thought, nothing could ever make them divorce again.
