Chapter 119:


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    Alice''s lips twitched slightly.


    "Who''s the anxious one now?" I have muttered.


    Three days ago, he had insisted that it was not about exchanging favors for sex.


    And now, before anything had happened, he was already showing his intentions?


    Caden noticed her firm expression and couldn''t help but smile.


    He had matured quickly.


    In the past, even a few teasing words from him would make her blush. Now, she was able to maintain herposure effortlessly.


    He walked over and watched her as she cracked the eggs. “I''m just joking. No matter what, I wouldn’t take advantage of someone who isn’t feeling well.”


    I have handed her the ss of water. “Drink this.”


    Alice looked at the hot water with distrust.


    "Why are you being so kind? You didn''t take this from the toilet, did you?"


    Caden looked at her, speechless.


    I still couldn''t forget that incident with the toilet water.


    "If I hadn''t caught you that day, were you really going to give me toilet water?" I have asked.


    Guilt appeared on Alice''s face for a brief moment.


    “Do you really want to know the truth?” I have asked.


    "Yeah."


    Alice was reluctant to admit it. “I don''t think I should say it.”


    Caden''s expression hardened.


    “Are you really incapable of telling even a lie?” he said coldly.


    Alice shrugged. “Liars are punished.”


    “You won''t be punished if you just tell me the truth,” Caden said.


    Alice was silent for a moment.


    Then he clicked his tongue. “See? If you don''t want to hear my answer, then stop asking. You’re just doing this harder on yourself.”


    Caden didn''t respond.


    He should have let her drown in the pool at the Gray family estate.


    Then he looked at the bags of groceries nearby, not feeling any sympathy for her.


    "Get started. I want five dishes and a soup."


    Alice''s eyes widened. "Five courses and a soup? At this hour?"


    "If I don''t finish it, I throw it away. I like five dishes and a soup. I think it''s aplete meal."


    Alice sighed, knowing he was upset. She cleared his throat, searching for a way to calm him down. “I was just kidding. If I really disliked you, why would Ie here to cook? I haven’t even been discharged yet, and I’m not at my full strength yet…”


    “If you''re really that weak, howe you still have so much energy to argue?” Caden said, staring at her nkly. “Get going. “You don’t have more than thirty minutes.”


    With that, he turned around and walked away.


    Alice stood there, stunned.


    She looked at his back, gritting her teeth in frustration.


    She wanted five dishes and a soup? She could dream on. There was no way she could earn that much. She would have to eat whatever she decided to cook.


    Just as she finished venting silently, she heard Caden''s footsteps returning.


    I have forced a smile, trying to smooth things over. “You were joking about all that, right?”Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org.


    Caden picked up the ss of water, poured it into the sink, and looked at her with a nk face.


    "You''re overthinking it."


    Alice couldn''t believe it.


    He really was incredibly mean.


    After an hour of work, Alice finally put the tes on the table.


    I had prepared stir-fried pork, a te of shrimp, and a bowl of grapefruit slices.


    The food was simple, but the dishes were colorful, aromatic, and full of vor. It seemed more than enough for Caden.


    Caden realized there was only enough tableware for one person.


    He looked at her and asked, "Aren''t you eating?"


    Alice shook her head. “I already had dinner before I came here.”


    To demonstrate, he casually picked up a piece of grapefruit and popped it into his mouth.


    Caden''s gaze didn''t change as he said, "Then get away from me. I don''t want you ruining my appetite."


    Alice was speechless.


    It was impossible to deal with him.


    She rolled her eyes, turned on her heel, and walked away with her head held high, refusing to let it get to her.


    Suddenly Alice remembered something, turned around and picked up the te of grapefruit.


    He went into the living room and found a sofa. I touched it and noticed that the fabric was of high quality, but too firm.


    I sat down to try it and realized that it was not soft at all.


    Unable to keep quiet, he asked, “Is this couch for cutting fruit? It’s hard as a rock.”


    Caden frowned, looking at the te of grapefruit he was holding.


    "You don''t eat on the couch," he said.


    Alicia looked down at the grapefruit in her hands.


    “Okay,” I muttered.


    When Caden finished eating and walked into the living room, he found Alicia lying on the couch. She was holding the bowl of grapefruit and happily eating,pletely ignoring her previous order.


    Alice knew she was breaking her rule, but she didn''t care. When she saw Caden approaching, she looked at him cheekily and said, "Can you get me a pillow? I have a headache and this couch is awful."


    Caden didn''t know what to say to that.


    Of course, he knew this could happen.


    The television was showing an old romantic drama from thete night slot. The scene showed the couple in a heated argument, which ended with the woman pping the man before storming off.


    The protagonist ran after her, refusing to let her go.


    Caden grabbed a pillow for Alicia and gave it to her. Then he sat down beside her, watching the show without saying a word.


    Alice looked at the few pieces of grapefruit left on the te. She felt too full to finish them.


    “Do you want someone?” I have asked. “I saved them just for you.”


    Caden leaned back on the couch.


    He stretched out his armszily. “Only if you feed me.”


    Alice''s lips twitched, and she stood still. "I can''t. My head hurts."


    Caden nced at her. “Are your hands connected to your head?”


    "Yes," Alice replied, stuffing more grapefruit into her mouth defiantly.


    Without warning, Caden leaned closer, pinning her beneath him.


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