Chapter 391:


    Ciara expressed her concern for Ray.


    “He’s quite thin.


    It was freezing outside, yet he was only in a T-shirt and shorts.


    He must have been so cold.”Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.


    Just as Caden was about to head upstairs to see for himself, Ciara stopped him.


    “I forgot to mention, Alicia baked some pastries.


    I’ve set aside a few pieces for you.”


    Caden’s heart raced when he heard they were pastries made by Alicia.


    He was so fond of her cooking.


    Alicia’s culinary skills were as appealing to look at, and as delightful in aroma and taste, as she was herself.


    The dishes she prepared always carried a certain allure.


    He found the memory of their vors irresistible.


    He was so engrossed in the thought of tasting them that he missed the knowing look in Ciara’s eyes.


    The pastries featured two of Caden’s favorite vors.


    Ciara said earnestly, “Alicia really cares about you.”


    Caden was fully aware of this, but he still sought confirmation.


    “How so?”


    There were eight pastries in total.


    Half of them were Caden’s two favorite vors, and the other four were uniquely vored.


    Was this a coincidence, or was it nned?


    Caden grinned.


    The pastry melted deliciously in his mouth, but it was his heart that truly felt satisfied.


    Ciara’s expression softened as he finished eating.


    “Are you full?”


    Caden cleaned his hands, then realized he might have overeaten.


    “A little.”


    Ciaraughed gently.


    “You usually stop when you’re about 70 percent full.


    But today, you had a big lunch, and now you’ve eaten four pastries.


    Even when your stomach told you no, you kept eating as if you were worried they’d disappear.” She concluded, “Caden, you’re clearly obsessed.”


    Caden wiped his mouth, allowing himself a half-smile.


    “I guess so.”


    Ciara’s face lit up.


    “Are you thinking of marrying her?”


    Caden didn’t respond definitively.


    “If she agrees, I’ll marry her.”


    Alicia had just learned that Ray was afraid of the police.


    Though she didn’t understand why, she avoided mentioning the police and instead encouraged him to eat.


    Ray gazed at her intently, his look earnest and questioning, as if wondering why she was so kind to him.


    She exined, “I brought you here, so it’s my responsibility to take care of you.”


    She offered him some warm soup.


    “You seem well cared for, so you must have rtives.


    Did youe to Warrington alone to find them?”


    Ray stayed silent, his eyes fixed on the soup as he swallowed hard.


    Alicia spooned some soup, cooled it with a gentle blow, and brought it to his lips.


    He opened his mouth right away.


    After feeding him a few spoonfuls, she handed him the bowl to continue eating on his own.


    Even when he had finished, he didn’t reveal who his family was.


    His face showed a mix of stubbornness and resentment.


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