Chapter: 516
He released her hand abruptly, his voice cold. "Do I really scare you that much? To be free of me, you'd propose something like this?"
Alicia stood frozen, her vision blurred by tears.
Ashamed of being pitied by him, she turned away, unable to stop her tears from flowing and portraying her distress.
Panicking, she hurried into her car.
Caden went back to his own car and lit a cigarette.
The nicotine briefly numbed his senses.
Alicia's car ignited and vanished into the neon-lit night ahead.
A mocking smile touched his Lips.
He pondered whether he was ridiculing Alicia or loathing himself.
His phone lit up with a new message.
Yolanda's text read, "Sorry, Caden, I stained your scarf. I've bought a replacement. May I bring it over tomorrow?"
Caden read her considerate words.
Her message highlighted her compliance and thoughtfulness.
He wondered why Alicia couldn't adopt such traits.
Wouldn't they be happier if Alicia were more submissive, more typical?
He had just begun to relax when this thought agitated him again.
He grimaced, started the car, and drove off.
The following day, Yolanda arrived early at the company with a scarf identical to the original.
Caden was preoccupied, so Hank greeted her instead. "Miss Moss, it's best you return home. Mr. Ward will be occupied all day and cannot meet you."
Yolanda understood when to step forward and when to step back.
"Please convey to him that he is welcome to dine at Joy Mansion tonight if he is available. Ciara misses him," she said.
Hank nodded in acknowledgment.
He passed on the message to Caden, who responded indifferently, “We'll see."
Hank noticed Caden seemed distressed and suspected it had to do with Alicia.
“Miss Moss is quite polite and gentle," Hank commented as he set the scarf next to Caden, “It's unfortunate that she's not to your taste."
"How do you know that?" Caden icily asked.
"Do you have feelings for Miss Moss?" Hank inquired.
Caden merely scowled in response.
Restlessness overcame him, and he discarded the document he was holding.
The scarf lay beside his hand, reminding him of the one he had discarded the previous night.