Chapter 67:


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    Caden''s voice was colder than the rainshing outside.


    Alice struggled to hold the umbre, the bag in her hand shaking slightly, full of antiseptic and bandages.


    "Let me see your wound."


    Caden''s response was indifferent. "No need."


    She rolled up the car window without thinking twice. Alicia froze, her reflection staring back at her in the ss.


    Caden was silent for a moment, then looked out the window and noticed she was still standing there, motionless. I frowned slightly.


    With a sigh, he slowed down and opened the door, letting her in.


    She carefully slid into the passenger seat, wiping the rain off her clothes. The silence between them was thick, but Caden finally broke it.


    “What are you doing here at this hour?” His voice was shrill. “Shouldn’t you be with Joshua by now, nice and warm in…?”


    Alice couldn''t believe how sharp his words were. She was fed up with his constant attacks and wondered if he would know when to stop.


    Her emotions, already tangled and confused along the way, werepletely untangled when he sat down next to her.


    Without thinking, he sneered, “If it weren''t for you hitting your shoulder like that, I wouldn''t even care about you.”


    Firmly, she took out iodine and cotton swabs, ready to clean the wound.


    The air in the car slowly changed, bing less tense as the moments passed.


    Caden had stopped the car earlier to calm the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. The heavy rain outside had been a distraction, and he didn''t trust he could continue driving without losing control. Pulling over had been the safest option, but he hadn''t expected Alicia to follow him there. He watched her closely, knowing she''d used the excuse of her injury to check on him. But that didn''t bother him. In fact, he was in a better mood now.


    Alice looked at him, meeting his gaze. His deep eyes seemed to draw her in, making her hesitate.


    She knew how dangerous her charm could be, so she quickly looked away.


    “Take off your shirt,” I murmured. “Let me see the wound.”


    Caden leaned back, almostzily, and began to unbutton his shirt, his fingers moving slowly.


    The quiet sound of rustling fabric filled the car, creating a strange feeling of intimacy in the air.


    As she pushed the hem of his shirt aside, his chest and abs slowly came into view. Alice did her best not to look directly at him.


    She quickly snapped out of her daze and protested, “Stop, stop. You don''t have to take everything off. Just show me the wound.”


    Caden''s voice was mocking. "What, you don''t want to see the rest?"


    Alice was momentarily speechless.


    He wanted to look away, but he couldn''t.


    Without hesitation, Caden removed his shirtpletely, revealing his toned arms.


    The car was filled with an undeniable tension. The wound on his shoulder was not serious, but the slight bleeding added to his robust appearance.Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org.


    Alicia focused on healing the wound, doing her best to ignore the heat between them.


    “Is this convenient?” Caden asked, his tone unreadable.


    “Mm?” Alice replied absentmindedly.


    Before she could react, she felt his hands wrap around her waist and lift her onto hisp. Her face turned bright red. “You…”


    Caden looked at her, calm and unfazed. “It''s easier this way.”


    Alice felt something pressing down on her, and her mind jumped to conclusions. “Is it getting hard already?”


    Caden paused before letting out a low chuckle. “What, are you some kind of aphrodisiac? “It’s just my belt.”


    Mortified, Alice didn''t dare check. Instead, she cleared her throat and picked up the iodine, trying to concentrate.


    What should have been a simple task became ufortable as its proximity made it difficult to concentrate. The heat radiating from him didn''t help.


    “Why are you shaking?” Caden asked, watching her closely. “Is your blood making you shiver?”


    Alice forced herself to remain calm, swallowing her nerves. “I’m not shaking.”


    But as she pressed the cotton ball against her skin, it slipped and missed the wound entirely,nding on uninjured skin.


    He squinted, trying to hide it. “Oh, have I suddenly be short-sighted?”


    Caden smiled to himself and shifted slightly.


    Alice, already nervous, whispered: "Don''t move."


    Iughed softly. “If I don''t move closer, you might not get to finish tonight.”


    As they adjusted, their bodies pressed even closer together, leaving little space between them.


    Alice, tense and unsure of where to ce her hands, instinctively leaned forward.


    But with his abs so close, she had nowhere to go. In her attempt to adjust, she tightened her thighs around his waist.


    The squeeze brought back a memory of when they were at the movies together. He remembered how Alicia had been on top of him back then, just like that.


    His eyes darkened, filled with the intensity of the moment. The scent of her skin enveloped him, a sweet, floral scent that seemed to ease the tension of the Yates family drama still weighing on him. Without hesitation, Caden reached out and gripped her waist tighter.


    “Hurry up with the medicine,” he murmured, his voice raspy, tinged with something else.


    Alicia, unaware of the change in tone, concentrated on applying the antiseptic.


    The wound, although not deep, was swollen and bruised from the impact. It would likely remain sore for a few days.


    As he worked, the memory of what had happened in the study shed through his mind. The fear from before still lingered, and he couldn''t help but ask, “Does your father always treat you like this?”


    Caden buried his face against her neck, his breath warm on her skin. “What, are you feeling sorry for me?”


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