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“Would you go for an abortion if you get pregnant?” Cayden looked thoughtfully at her as he removed
his watch.
“Why would I get myself into that situation? If I sleep with someone, I will make sure he takes the
necessary precaution. In short, I will not have to worry about what to do after I get pregnant,” Avery
said, disinterested and having no wish to dwell on the subject. She thought Cayden should be going to
bed, so she turned around and went into her room after replying to him.
Cayden, with his quiet air of authority, seemed out of place in that cramped hall as he stood watching
her disappear into the bedroom. After removing his watch, he went on to unbutton his shirt and let out a
sigh of relief.
A few days ago, Toby and Talia announced that Dylan was married. Avery was rushed into the
marriage by Dylan, who made use of her concern for her grandfather's safety.
As soon as Dylan brought Avery into the hotel suite, Blake was miraculously “found”. Dylan had
resorted to making use of Blake to manipulate her, as he knew her grandfather was her greatest soft
spot.
Dylan had a paranoid personality and had always been guarded. After he was released from jail, he
became even more cautious and meticulous.
His abduction of Blake was done flawlessly and Dylan left behind no incriminating evidence. In order to
get him punished by the law, Avery would need solid evidence to prove his involvement and guilt, which
he did not leave behind. She was no match for Dylan.
However, if she were to confide in him, Cayden was ready to back her up and seek justice on her
behalf.
After a quick shower, Cayden wrapped an ill-fitting towel around himself, turned off the lights, and went
into the kitchen to smoke. With the lights off, the place was in pitch darkness, so he did not have to
worry anyone could see him even if there were no curtains on the windows.
“Water, I want water...” Rory was muttering in her sleep, seemingly thirsty.
Lily had brought some pickles to the hospital. After giving it a try, Rory fell in love with it and ate a lot of
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtthe pickles during dinner. She could be suffering from dehydration as a result.
Avery was still awake and was lying next to Rory, watching over her. When she heard Rory asking for
water, she gently comforted the little girl and got up to get a drink for her.
When she opened the bedroom door, she saw the hall was in pitch darkness, so she assumed Cayden
had gone to bed.
The kids sleep by themselves when they are at the Moore residence. What happens when they get
thirsty at night? Do they just suffer till morning?
Avery's mind was preoccupied with concern for the kids as she made her way into the kitchen with the
aid of the flashlight on her mobile phone.
When she reached the kitchen, she turned on the light and had a big shock when she caught sight of a
naked Cayden.
His toned and sculpted body was right before her eyes. Her gaze moved from his broad shoulders to
his sexy waist, and then further down...
Avery suddenly felt hot on her cheeks, and she quickly turned around. Her hands were trembling from
embarrassment as her thoughts lingered on the memory of the sight of his private area.
Although a naked man was nothing new to her, Avery was still stunned by the unexpected encounter.
She ran back to the bedroom and did not even stay on in the kitchen to get the glass of water for Rory.
When she got back into the room, Rory was already sleeping soundly again and no longer muttering
about being thirsty.
Cayden did not have any pajamas with him, so he only had a towel to wrap around himself after his
shower. As the towel was too small for him, it fell off, and he could not be bothered to put it on again.
After finishing his stick of cigarette, he snubbed it into the clean ashtray he took from the hall and
walked back into the hall.
Although his pants were still damp, he went ahead to put them on as he did not want to embarrass
Avery again.
As it was in the middle of the night, he reckoned she had gone to the kitchen to get a drink, so he went
back into the kitchen, wanting to get her a glass of water.
That was his fourth trip to the tiny kitchen that night, but for the first time, he noticed a button on the
floor.
He bent down and picked it up from the corner of the kitchen. It looked like a button from a man's shirt.
Cayden's mind wandered back to the night five years ago when Talia was howling and threatening
suicide.
The terrible news of one's son being sentenced to five years of imprisonment would tear any mother's
heart apart. It was no different for Talia. For many days, she cried her eyes out and refused to leave
Dylan's room.
“Everything was going well for him! He spoke about starting his own business and having gotten
himself a girlfriend. Just last month, he came back with a few shirts and told me his girlfriend had
specially designed those shirts for him. I was looking forward to him getting married and settling down
to a stable life, hopeful that he has finally found someone who can rein him in. How can he so—so
suddenly get into such a big mess...” Talia was clutching those shirts in her hands as she cried. Cayden
had taken a second look at the shirts as the buttons on them attracted his attention. The buttons were
unique and designed by an up-and-coming lady designer, who was known to be besotted with Dylan.
Without a doubt, he knew that button found in Avery's kitchen was from that same lady designer.
He was instantly overwhelmed by jealousy, making him irrational and sensitive.
Other than the button found in the kitchen, he recalled the missing matching shoes and what Dylan had
said at the theater. All those added up to make him insecure and jealous.
Avery was tossing and turning in the room, unable to fall asleep. Suddenly, her phone beeped. She
reached for it and saw that it was a Whatsapp message from Cayden.
He texted: Do you want to come out or should I go in?
Avery was puzzled, wondering what he was up to in the middle of the night.
She got out of bed and went out of the room. As she was closing the bedroom door, out of the corner of
her eyes, she could see Cayden was standing in the hallway, next to the shoe rack.
Avery had no idea why he was looking grim and stony.
“Where is the pair of matching shoes I bought for you?” he questioned, brows pinched as he walked
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmtoward Avery.
Avery recalled the scene of the matching shoes being burnt and a look of guilt flashed on her face. She
knew if she were to tell him the truth, he would blow up.
She took a couple of steps backward to put some distance between herself and the intimidating
Cayden, then said, “I sent them for dry cleaning. I can't flout our company's dress code and have to
wear heels to work tomorrow...”
“I want to see the shoes when they are back from the dry cleaning. Zach and Rory will make a big fuss
if they realize the shoes are gone. And another thing —how do you explain this button? I found it in
your kitchen.” Cayden had the button in one hand and grabbed Avery's slender wrist in his other hand,
giving her no chance to move away from him.
Avery made no attempt to fight against him. She took a look at the button and thought hard about it.
Alas, she could not remember it at all.
All her life, she had lived with only Leonardo and Blake, and both of them rarely wore dress shirts.
Even when they did, they wore the basic designs, and the buttons were usually white or grey.
Buttons were small, and she reckoned no one would take notice of the special designs on them unless
one's face was right on the man's chest.
No proper lady would throw themselves onto a man in that manner to look at their buttons and
remember the design.
She really had no idea whose button that was.
“So when the kids stay over for the weekend, they have to live with other men around you? I really
regret giving you the chance to be close to the kids!” With that, Cayden flung off her hand and threw
the button into the trashcan in the hall.
He was flustered and agitated, a far cry from the usual calm and composed man he had always been in
the past twenty-nine years.
When he was at the main door, getting ready to leave, he suddenly felt a tug on his shirt.
Avery had caught hold of a corner of his shirt from behind, like a little kitty grabbing onto its owner.
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