Chapter 88:


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    Now, Alice was at her breaking point.


    It was bing increasingly difficult for him to think clearly.


    Despite everything, he was still able to maintain consciousness.


    “You don''t have to do that. I didn''t do anything to make you feel good. “You did it all,” he stammered.


    Caden chuckled softly, his voice muffled against her.


    “I appreciate you caring about me,” he said, pulling her close and inhaling deeply the scent of her hair. Alice felt paralyzed and too nervous to respond.


    Caden then asked, “Do you hate him?”


    Although the question was casual, his gaze burned with intensity.


    It was like he wouldn''t let her say yes, but he didn''t seem worried if she did.


    Alice found herself unable to lie, but she didn''t dare admit the truth either, so she looked away to concentrate on something else.


    Caden took the opportunity to insist.


    "If the answer is no, then think of me when you can''t sleep."


    Think about him while doing what?


    They both understood the implication.


    However, they did not dare to say it out loud.


    Alicia felt a wave of shame wash over her.


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    Once they were done, she didn''t dare look at Caden and quickly found an excuse to head to the bathroom.


    Caden leaned back in his chair, searching for a moment of respite.


    He wasn''t in the habit of smoking, so there were no cigarettes in the house. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to rx as he waited for his heartbeat to steady. His shirt was half unbuttoned, revealing a sheen of sweat on his muscled chest, which rose and fell with each breath.


    After an eternity, Alice slowly emerged from the bathroom.


    He stood a few feet away, trying to act as if nothing had happened.


    "Where is what I asked you for?"


    Caden slowly opened his eyes.


    He looked deeply into her eyes before walking towards his desk.


    Alice followed closely behind him.


    He ced himself on the edge of the desk.


    After leaning on him to steady her shaky legs and slightly trembling waist, she tried to find her bnce.


    Caden handed him the remaining third of the documents. Then he pulled a sealed envelope out of the drawer.


    “There are some photographs inside this envelope,” he exined, tapping the envelope. “Randolph doesn''t want anyone to see them. They’re of no use to me, but they might be of value to you.”


    Alice looked at her hand for a moment.


    His hands were clean, with defined, slender fingers.


    It was impossible to know what unpleasant things they had done just moments ago.


    Caden noticed her gaze and smirked. “What''s on your mind? Do you want to do it again?”


    Alice covered her mouth and coughed softly.


    Then she discreetly epted the envelope from him. “I didn''t mean it like that. I was just curious. Why are you going to all this trouble?”


    Last time, even though she had been drunk, she hadn''t held back. If he had really gone too far with her, she wouldn''t say he was forcing himself on her.


    As for now, she had verbally rejected him, but her body had told a different story.


    What could he have done if he had been firm? From a man''s perspective, I thought that Caden had no need to pretend to be a gentleman.


    Caden bluntly stated, “We can continue now if you want.”


    She shook her head vigorously.


    There was no need for that at all.


    Holding the envelope, he hesitated whether to leave.


    "If you have something on your mind, say it," he told her.


    Alicia leaned in slightly and whispered, “Caden, do you have some kind of secret illness?”


    Caden was momentarily speechless.


    Then he pursed his lips and replied nonchntly, “You’re right.”


    Alice was stunned.


    "What the hell?" he has eximed to himself.


    "What''s wrong?" I have asked.


    Caden let out a snort as he nced at his “priest.” “Why don''t you guess?”


    Alice''s mind was buzzing with all sorts of wild ideas. The more she thought about it, the more oundish her thoughts became.


    “Well, take care of yourself,” he said.


    Alice could feel the intensity of his gaze. It was like if he wanted to eat her alive. Deciding that it was best to leave quickly, she turned to leave.


    Caden watched her retreating figure, slowly leaning back in his chair.


    Would he really give up the chance to sleep with her again?


    No, of course not.


    However, he was in no hurry. He could wait for the right moment.


    By then, his prey would be even more tempting.


    As Alice opened the door to leave, a thought crossed her mind, and she turned to him.


    “Do you need me to take out the trash in the kitchen?” I have asked.


    Caden was momentarily taken back.


    "No?" Alice replied indifferently.


    Caden was speechless.


    Meanwhile, Jerald was at the Yates mansion. He now required several meals throughout the day, including one at four in the afternoon. When he was awake, Shelia personally saw to his daily needs, eager to gain his favor.


    Bringing his food into the studio, she said, “Take a break, Jerald. You''ve just recovered. Don''t exhaust yourself. Let Joshua handle these chores.”


    Jerald snorted.


    He didn''t want Joshua to take on too much responsibility, so he insisted on working even when he was sick.


    “Leave it and go away,” he said, irritated by her insistence.


    Shelia understood his temperament. He was used to being a macho man and carried insecurities from his past as a live-in son-inw, which made him quite patriarchal.


    I knew that saying too much would only provoke his anger.


    With that idea in mind, I opened the door and walked out.


    As she left, Shelia remembered Jerald''s medication schedule. Worry gnawed at her, prompting her to open the medicine cab and shake the bottle.


    To his dismay, only a small amount of medicine remained.


    This particr medicine was effective, but it was not easy to obtain through ordinary means; only Caden had the resources to acquire it.


    Jerald always assumed it was Joshua who was giving him the medicine.


    Shelia preferred to let Joshua receive the credit for such a thoughtful act. She had no intention of revealing Caden''s capabilities to Jerald.


    In his effort to maintain the facade, he resorted to purchasing counterfeit drugs, passing them off as the genuine article.


    Since the effects were simr, he believed Jerald wouldn''t notice any discrepancies.


    In the worst case, you may experience a slightly slower recovery.


    Just as Shelia was mixing the real medication with the counterfeit one, she heard Joshua''s voice calling her from behind.


    "Mom, what are you doing?"


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