Chapter: 352

“I never agreed to change the deal!"

"I have the evidence, and your opinion doesn't matter much here."

Caden stared at her calmly. "Ms. Bennett, if you want to play hardball, I can make this a lot more difficult for you."

Alicia froze.

He was threatening her again.

She hated how powerless she felt against him, and even more, how tempting the evidence was.

Sighing in defeat, she muttered, "Eleven times."

Caden's grin widened.

“You're being stingy." He leaned back and added, “Twenty-nine times."

Alicia felt her knees buckle when she heard the number.

"Caden, you cheeky bastard!" she blurted out, her voice laced with frustration and disbelief.

Caden, unfazed by her outburst, chuckled softly.

For someone her age, he mused, her behavior was downright childish.

He leaned back lazily in his chair, rubbing his chin as if deep in thought. “Quite the insult. You must be really mad. Hmm, how about twenty-eight times then?"

Alicia's eyes narrowed, her stubbornness hardening her resolve.

"Eleven times," she snapped back, her tone unwavering.

"Is that your final offer?" Caden teased, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. “If you insult me a couple more times, I might consider going lower."

"So, are we good with eleven times?”

He clicked his tongue in mock disappointment, shaking his head slightly. “Did I say I was going to listen to you?" His gaze sharpened as he started calculating. “Let's see. twenty-eight times, minus your period, averages to twice a day.”

Alicia was left speechless, unable to process his absurd reasoning.

Caden, however, seemed to relish her frustration. He leaned in closer, his voice dripping with playful menace. "So, shall we do it once in the morning and once at night, or both in the evening? Don't worry; I'm flexible."

Alicia was at her wit's end.

"Fine!" She finally caved, unable to muster the energy to keep fighting. "Twelve times, okay?"

Caden, amused by her attempt at negotiation, stopped toying with her.

“Fifteen times, plus three meals a day."

Alicia's murderous glare could've set him on fire. "You add five more times and expect me to cook for you? In your dreams!"

"Alright. I won't force you if you don't want to cook." Caden only shrugged, offering her a smug alternative. "Alright, no cooking then. But that still means five more times in bed."

Alicia struggled to find the words, but in the end, she settled for a resigned sigh.

“Caden, aren't you afraid I'll cut you up if you push me too far?"

He looked at her, amusement dancing across his eyes. “Well, the knives at home aren't sharp enough for that. You'll probably need a chainsaw. They sell one at the hardware store downstairs, but it's closed right now."