Evelyn’s POV
Yeah, he was right. I was always forgetting to lock up the door. I sighed turning for the wardrobe, but he pulled me back.
"How was school?" He asked.
"What do you care? I'm here to work Right? You do not have to meddle in my personal life."
"I know when I'm meddling and right now, I'm not. Don't try side-lining my question next time." He warned, his grip tightening around my wrist.
"You're hurting me," I struggled fragilely.
"I'm having a party and they would be a lot of friends, try to be in your best behaviour," he continued.
"What does that even mean?" I shoved my hands out of his hold.
"It means you can't be creating scenes like this out there."
"Try not to make me," I held his gaze boldly.
"You know it's intriguing how you can be both stubborn and scared at t
