Slowly Falling into His Love Trap

Chapter 406: My Little Uncle Will Cripple You

The bar was bustling with noise, and Evelyn Morgan kept thinking about Caden Lockwood and all the things that had happened between them.

The more she thought about it, the more upset she felt.

Many people came over to try and chat her up, but she remained unmoved, treating them like air, and they had to leave dejectedly.

Evelyn had downed three large beers in a row and was already feeling a bit dizzy.

She leaned her head on her arm, tears trickling down onto the bar.

"How can it be like this?" Evelyn murmured softly, "In your heart, Uncle, what exactly am I?"

No one answered her, only the loud music boomed in her ears.

Everyone was laughing, singing, and dancing, just like sprites of the night, freely letting themselves go in this dark place where they could completely abandon themselves.

Evelyn continued to pour liquor into her mouth, and she suddenly realized that after getting drunk a few times, her alcohol tolerance seemed to have improved.

Before, just one drink would make her so dizzy she wanted to sleep.

Now, it seemed the more she drank, the clearer she became.

Before drinking, she thought of Caden Lockwood; after drinking, she still thought of Caden Lockwood.

At this moment, a fashionably dressed man with red hair sat next to Evelyn, laughing loudly, "Hey, beauty! Are you here alone? Drinking alone is so lonely! Why don’t we go dance?"

As he spoke, the red-haired man reached out, attempting to touch Evelyn’s cheek.

Evelyn jerked back with a big reaction, glaring at the red-haired man, and angrily said, "If you dare touch me, my uncle will mess you up!"

After speaking, her eyes dimmed again.

Her uncle probably didn’t have time to care about her now!

She couldn’t help but entertain a bold guess: if she got bullied, would Caden treat her a bit more gently?

The moment this thought flashed by, Evelyn felt she must be going crazy!

How could she joke about herself like this?

Instinctively tensing her body, Evelyn decided she needed to leave this place quickly.

There were too many bad people here!

"Hey beauty," the red-haired man blocked her way, "Look, you’re dressed so purely, utterly beautiful! Look at the people here, the beauties have their chests and arms exposed, almost wishing they were completely naked, but I feel like you have more appeal than any of them!"

"Go away!" Evelyn’s steps were somewhat unsteady.

She had drunk so much and drank so quickly that she already seemed dizzy.

Earlier she had been bragging about how good her drinking ability was, but now she was caught off guard.

"Don’t be so dismissive! I’m a good guy!" the red-haired man said with a smile. "Come on, let me show you a magic trick, I believe you’ll enjoy it!"

Saying that, the man forcefully dragged Evelyn to the bar, looked at the drinks she had ordered, and a faint smile curved his lips, then he started to move the glasses around.

Evelyn looked at this man, then at herself, then at the people around her, feeling like she was not herself under the intense music.

She wasn’t bad-looking either!

From just now until now, many people had come to chat her up.

But why, in Caden Lockwood’s eyes, was she just a woman who mattered or didn’t matter?

Well, that makes sense too!

Caden Lockwood had seen all kinds of women!

So many women used every method to get into his bed, a woman like her, he probably tired of quickly.

So, did she not even count as a green onion or garlic to him?

Evelyn bit her lip, disliking such self-deprecation.

Where was her confidence?

Why did she unconsciously belittle herself every time she encountered Caden Lockwood?