"Not at all." Evelyn rolled her eyes. "Uncle, don't flatter yourself! You're handsome, but when I look at Mr. Keaton and Logan Shaw, I realize... you're not so rare!"
As she spoke, her heart pounded wildly, her speech speeding up unconsciously. A blush lingered on her cheeks and refused to fade away.
Caden Lockwood raised an eyebrow, speaking fiercely, "You're comparing me to them?"
Suddenly, he flipped over, pinning Evelyn beneath him.
His arms were propped up beside her ears, his gaze hazy yet warm, luring her to meet his eyes, binding them together inextricably.
Caden's smile deepened, and the arrogant, domineering aura that surged around him completely enveloped Evelyn, indulgently wicked.
She watched him warily, her amber eyes reflecting deep unease, worried about what he might do that she couldn't handle right now.
Caden grasped Evelyn's hand, as if performing a magic trick, he pulled out the two rings and put the woman's ring back on her hand.
