Chapter: 770

“Have you forgotten your answer just now? You even asked me to trust you."

Caden replied with a smirk, "I mean it, it's not just about your body."

Of course, Alicia didn't believe him, and honestly, she was right not to.

As soon as Caden finished talking, he leaned in and kissed her before she could even think about refusing.

Alicia had never been let down by his kissing skills.

After being apart for so long, he was eager but still knew how to work his magic, kissing her in a way that made her feel everything.

He kept teasing and toying with her.

People came and went, and a few curious eyes drifted their way, but Caden didn't care.

He only pulled back when he'd stolen the last bit of air from her lips.

Alicia seized the moment to shove him away, her face burning with sudden anger and embarrassment.

“Did you forget about our bet?" she whispered fiercely. “You... you lost."

Caden licked his lips, still wanting more. “Win or lose, being this close but still untouchable is driving me wild."

Alicia's anger flared, and she shot him a glare before turning to leave.

Caden just leaned against the car, calmly smoking a cigarette while glancing at her back.

Once he was done and his desire had cooled off a bit, he slowly drove to the hotel's underground parking.

Later, he went up to the first floor, slipped the receptionist some cash to get Alicia's room number, and booked the room right next to hers.

After her shower, Alicia felt a sense of calm wash over her.

She tried to push thoughts of Caden aside and concentrate on the documents before her, yet the sensation of his kiss lingered on her lips.

The memory of that kiss surfaced without effort, refusing to be ignored.

As she dwelled on it, her thoughts grew increasingly chaotic, leading her to surrender and press her face into the papers, inhaling deeply.

The wind outside began to howl louder.

The humming of the glass windows as they vibrated reminded Alicia of the day's weather forecast, which included thunderstorms for the evening.

Rainy nights were still unwelcome, more so in a strange city.

Just as she reached for the curtains, a knock on the door interrupted her.

She paused, and to her surprise, the first person who came to mind was Caden.

“What's up?" she called out.

"It's me, Blake. Are you awake?" Blake's voice came softly.

Alicia felt a wave of relief as she neared the door, though she had no plans to open it. "Do you need something, Mr. Langstaff?"

"It's rainy, so I brought you a coat," Blake said quietly. “It's supposed to be colder tomorrow. I thought you might want to use it when you go out."

"Thank you, but I'm already prepared with warm clothing," Alicia replied, her voice polite but decisive.