Chapter: 412

Caden's office was on a high floor, and the wind gusted in as soon as the window opened.

Hank turned and asked worriedly, "Mr. Ward, what's making you feel restricted? Is it your clothes?"

Caden struggled to find an explanation.

Thus, he chose to remain silent.

Hank then shifted to work matters. "Mr. Ward, we need to leave by ten to meet Mr. Wade from the art exhibition."

Mr. Wade was the anonymous purchaser of Joshua's painting.

The exhibition was imminent, and Joshua would be there to finalize the contract and the remaining payment of 150 million dollars.

Caden nodded and reached for his coat. “Let's go."

As they exited the company, a harsh wind and rain hit them.

Despite the short walk, the cold was piercing. Hank held an umbrella over Caden to protect him from the rain and wind.

Caden, however, wasn't bothered by the cold.

He nudged the umbrella handle aside. "Don't worry about me. I don't feel cold."

As soon as Hank settled into the car, he grumbled, “Warrington is colder than anywhere else I've been."

In other cities, winters brought endless snowstorms that never ceased.

The snow piled up so high that when someone ventured outside, their shoes disappeared beneath it.

However, it was different in Warrington.

In other cities, the cold was dry and bearable, but in Warrington, the sleet drenched everything, leaving a damp chill that seeped into one's bones.

Caden wiped the droplets of rain from his coat.

He stared out the window with a distant expression.

"I can't find anything appealing about this city," he remarked. “Not the people, not the weather."

If it weren't for his late mother, he would never have come back here.

Hank chuckled. “That's a bit unfair. Isn't Ms. Bennett quite pleasant?"

A hint of softness appeared in Caden's eyes.

He frowned as a thought crossed his mind. "She's quite a handful," he remarked.

Hank noticed that although Caden's expression was stern, there was a hint of indulgence.

Even though Caden complained about Alicia, he tolerated her and listened to her.

Hank couldn't help but chuckle. "Isn't that a good thing? She challenges you and scolds you, but she also stirs your emotions and makes you happy. It's better than you burying yourself in work all the time."

“Who says I'm happy?" Caden retorted.

“Aren't you?" Hank pressed him. "Yesterday, when Ms. Bennett came to pick you up at the airport, you must have known beforehand. You were excited from the moment you boarded the plane. I've never seen you so eager on a business trip."

Caden had no response to that.