Chapter: 384

Thus, he told her, "Go to sleep. I'm staying out tonight."

No response came after that.

Still, he could easily picture her angry expression.

A quiet laugh escaped him.

The smile faded almost instantly.

Even so, Hank noticed and silently clicked his tongue. He pretended not to see it and walked over with the umbrella for Caden.

Once they were both in the car, Hank couldn't resist teasing him.

"You seem pretty pleased, Mr. Ward. I take it today's project went well?"

Caden replied calmly, "Don't you enjoy making money?"

Hank muttered to himself, "Yeah, sure. Keep pretending. You've never been this excited about money, all right? It's obvious you've got a certain woman on your mind."

He started the car and spoke more seriously. "Mr. Ward, I've just found out that Mr. Yates made a new move. He got his hands on a painting and sold it to an art dealer from Glarrialand for 200 million dollars. The deposit went through today."

"Painting? Which one?" asked Caden.

"The details are secret, so no one knows for now. But something's off. They wouldn't be this secretive otherwise." Hank added, "I've contacted the buyer. Would you like to meet with them?"

Caden paused to think and glanced at his watch. "All right."

Hank noticed the slight delay in his response and asked, "Mr. Ward, is there something going on at home?"

“It's just a small matter. Nothing to worry about," Caden responded.

It was hard to tell what he was thinking.

Hank slipped and said, "It's late. Ms. Bennett is probably already asleep."

Caden gave him a sharp look.

Hank knew a bit about Alicia, but he wasn't supposed to know they were living together.

"You seem to know quite a lot," Caden warned.

Hank flinched. "I haven't been prying into your life, Mr. Ward. I might be curious, but I've always followed your orders. I never cross the line."

"Then how did you figure that out?" Caden asked.

Hank rubbed his nose. "Isn't it obvious? You smell like Ms. Bennett."

Caden didn't know how to respond to that.

He almost never smoked and he rarely wore cologne.

Hank had spent enough time around him to notice something had changed.

The scent wasn't from cologne. It was the lingering fragrance of fabric softener on his clothes.

It was the same one Alicia used.

From that information alone, it was easy to glean that they were living together.