Chapter: 503

Upon hearing this, Alicia felt a chill.

When he was playful, he would gaze at her reflection in the mirror and whisper in her ear, "You're so beautiful, Lucky. Come on, open your eyes and see."

This memory echoed in both their minds.

Alicia tried to push the thoughts away, but she couldn't overlook the intense look from the man behind her.

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Three individuals were in the elevator.

While Alicia and Caden were lost in thought, Gerry remained blissfully unaware of the tension.

Leaning closer to Alicia, Gerry inquired, “Alicia, what's wrong? You look flushed. Are you feeling hot? Your face is very red."

As Gerry spoke, Alicia sensed Caden's mocking stare intensifying.

Trying to dismiss the awkwardness, she touched her cheek and responded with a forced smile, “Oh, is it? I hadn't noticed."

Luckily, the elevator reached the first floor shortly after.

Alicia exited swiftly.

Gerry, misreading the atmosphere, asked Caden, "What did you do to her? She seems to really dislike being around you."

Caden ignored the question and began collecting the bags.

Gerry, trying to help, lifted some of the bags and then noticed something unusual about Caden. "Do you have an erection?"

Caden's face remained impassive. “It's that time of day."

Baffled, Gerry pressed, "What time?"

"It usually happens around this time," Caden explained without emotion.

Gerry was left speechless and glanced down at himself, puzzled by his own body's routines.

Meanwhile, Alicia, who had arrived by taxi and planned to leave the same way, was offered a ride by Gerry. “Ride with me, Alicia. It's not safe to carry such a valuable painting alone at night."

Grateful, Alicia accepted his offer.

As they moved to load the painting into Gerry's car, Caden approached Alicia with a tube of ointment.

Recognizing it, Alicia realized it was the same ointment Caden had used previously to soothe her bruises—-expensive and effective due to its rarity.

Caden spoke indifferently. “It works on other bruises too. I don't need it. If you don't want it, just throw it away. Whatever you decide."

Alicia paused, momentarily caught off guard as she remembered the forgotten bruise on her knee.

The pain seemed trivial now.

After hesitating briefly, she took the ointment.

The tube felt warm in her hand, as if Caden had been holding onto it this entire time.

This realization sparked a fleeting, complex emotion, subtly changing the air between them.

Looking to escape the tension, Alicia turned to Gerry.