Chapter: 223

Alicia knew Joshua cared too much about appearances to come near her anytime soon.

So after her shower, she locked the door and pulled out her phone to check the file Caden had sent.

A password was required to open the document.

The software only allowed one incorrect attempt before locking it permanently.

Alicia didn't dare risk it. After making sure no one was nearby, she called Caden.

The phone rang for a while.

Just as she was about to hang up, a groggy voice answered, sounding like he had just woken from a nap. “What is it?"

The tone was almost like a lover's murmur.

Perhaps because they had been intimate more than once, Alicia's heart skipped a beat. "The file you sent me needs a password. What is it?"

There was a pause before Caden replied.

He pried his eyes open, realizing it was already night.

He couldn't remember exactly when he had dozed off.

ALL he knew was that both his body and mind felt completely at ease.

After Alicia left, he had planned to rest on the sofa for just a moment.

With the lingering cold and several nights of poor sleep catching up to him, he drifted into a deep, exhausted slumber the second he shut his eyes.

It felt oddly satisfying.

However, he couldn't quite figure out why it felt good.

It had been a peaceful, dreamless sleep. It took Caden a few seconds to process her question, and then he finally answered, “The password is my birthday.”

Caught off guard, Alicia asked, “And when is that?"

Caden's stubbornness flared up. "Go look it up yourself."

Alicia sighed in frustration. "Really? Can't you just tell me?"

"No," he replied curtly.

Alicia found herself speechless once again.

It seemed she'd have to figure it out herself.

Since birthdays had multiple digits, she wasn't sure how long the password would be or which part to use, so she kept the call connected, just in case she needed to ask him something else.

She quickly pulled up Caden's personal details online.

“How many digits is the password?" Alicia asked over the phone.

There was a faint rustling on the other end of the line, like the sound of fabric shifting.

Caden's voice came through, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

"It has six digits."