The CEO Gets What He Wants

It didn't take long for Sid to agree to Cayden's request.

After all, he was desperately in need of money.

Although he had acquired much wealth through dubious means, he was also a mindless spendthrift. Not only had

he squandered off all his earnings, but he had also gotten into debt.

Unable to hide his curiosity, he asked, “Thank you for placing your trust in me, Mr. Moore. But aren't you worried I

might betray your trust and run away with your company's funds? After all, I've done that to other people before.”

A confident and calm smile appeared on Cayden's face as he replied, “You can always try... if you think you can get

away with that.”

Although he spoke lightheartedly as if it was meant to be a jest, his eyes bore into Sid's eyes, leaving Sid without a

doubt that nothing could escape his scrutiny.

That seemingly gentle gaze made Sid shudder. He suddenly recalled the information he had gathered previously

when he investigated Cayden.

To the casual observers, Cayden appeared warm and friendly, with a ready smile for everyone. His opponents were

often misled by that affable appearance and let their guards down. They would only belatedly realize how ruthless

and shrewd Cayden was after they were mercilessly defeated.

Within a few years, Cayden had turned a company that was about to collapse around and made it into an

internationally renowned one. It would be rather impossible to achieve such a feat without any covert and

manipulative means.

A serious look replaced the earlier cheeky expression on Sid's face.

He raised his glass to Cayden and proposed a toast, saying, “Here's to our collaboration, Mr. Moore!”

“To our success!” Cayden returned.

Cayden knew if he managed to get Sid under his control, that man would be a useful pawn and could contribute to

the success of his business.

However, it was also a double-edged sword decision to partner with Sid. He was an arrogant madcap who could get

out of control and become a liability instead.

But it was a risk Cayden was willing to take. He was confident in his own judgment and also believed he had Lady

Luck on his side.

When Cayden got back to his hotel room, he found Avery curled up on the couch, reading a magazine.

Her eyes were lowered, focused on the magazine, and her petite frame was relaxed and still. It was a peaceful and

serene sight.

Avery hadn't noticed a rose petal had landed on her hair. That bold dash of red added an element of seduction to

the air of innocence she exuded.

Cayden had met numerous women more beautiful and sophisticated than Avery, but only Avery could give him that

sense of peace and calm.

He went over to sit on the couch before lifting her onto his lap while Avery was still engrossed in her reading.

Smilingly, he asked, “What is so fascinating that you'd be so engrossed?”

“Oh... Has your friend left?” Avery made herself comfortable in his arms promptly.

“Yup, he's gone. We'll stay here and get some rest before we head back to Ackleton. Are you hungry? Should I get

you some food?” Cayden intimately interlocked his fingers with hers as he leaned forward to rest his forehead

against hers.

He knew she had a ravenous appetite after becoming pregnant and would frequently suffer from hunger pangs.

Avery pointed to the leftover tiramisu and milkshake on the table and said, “It's okay. I had quite a fair bit of dessert

just now. Oh, by the way, I was reading about palm reading just now. Give me your hand, Cayden.”

With that, she grabbed his hand and started examining his palm lines.

His hand was smooth, fair but strong, like ivory.

The head line and money line on his hand were long and clear, stretching across almost his whole palm.

Avery was impressed. “Your heart, money, and head lines are all long and clear! I've never seen anything like this

before! Overall, you'll have a pretty smooth and stable life. You can overcome any obstacles that hinder your path.

Hmmm... let me take a good look at your heart line. It extends almost to your index finger, so that shows you are

an honorable and devoted lover. The line is a little frayed, though, so you're probably a magnet of women. All in all,

not too bad!” she declared.

Yvonne, Nicole, Wisteria... What kind of magnetism is that? Many names came to her mind as she analyzed his

heart line, giving her a headache.

Cayden noticed the slight souring of her mood and assured her with a smile, “It's not a problem for someone like

me who has good self-control. Moreover, how can those childish women compare to my dearest Honey? With you

by my side, I'm complete.”

Avery's heart melted when she heard those sweet words, but she blushingly protested, “Wait a minute. Who's your

Honey? We're not married yet, so I'm still not yours...”

As they were immersed in their intimate moment, neither of them noticed that Cayden's heart line actually merged

into his life line in the middle, and together, they extended to the edge of his palm.

Soon, the subject matter of their chat became that of their wedding plans.

Avery remembered the nightmare she had two nights ago. She dreamt that the wedding didn't go well. In that

dream, Cayden had disappeared, and she, dressed in her white wedding gown, was left waiting at the altar. All the

guests started mocking her as she stood helplessly in the church, with no one by her side.

Avery was still unsettled as she recounted the dream to Cayden.

After hearing about it, Cayden consoled her by jesting, “How can I leave you alone at the altar? Dreams tend to be

the opposite of reality, so maybe I'll be the one left at the altar. No, that's impossible. I'll never let that happen. The

wedding will definitely go well, I promise. So please stop imagining things.”

He planted multiple pecks on her fair forehead, then carried her over to the bed, lay down with her, and hugged

her tightly from behind.

Cayden then buried his face into her shapely neck and got ready to have a nice nap.

He was genuinely tired, as he had always had little time to rest. He also knew that back home, he had a pile of work

waiting for him and that he wouldn't have a chance to get proper rest.

Being with Avery made him feel relaxed. At that moment, with her in his arms, all he wanted was to have a good

sleep.

Cayden's promise was very assuring for Avery, and she felt secure in his warm embrace.

Two more months and we'll be getting married! That happy thought kept her awake, causing her to be restless in

bed. She kept turning around to kiss him, planting kisses all over his face, from the forehead to his brows, eyes,

nose, and even his stubble chin.

She would sweetly kiss his face, briefly turn back to lie quietly in his arms before turning around and playfully doing

the same thing again.

Eventually, the agitated Cayden pinned her under him and threatened lovingly, “Kiss me one more time, and you'll

regret it!”

Avery pleaded for mercy before finally curling up in his arms. Satisfied, Cayden kissed her and then closed his eyes

to get to sleep.