?<strong>Chapter 662:</strong>
Caden, with no change in his expression, picked up the phone and held it to his ear.
“What do you want to discuss?”
Alicia clenched her teeth.
“Come home. We need to talk in person.”
Caden wasn’t in the mood to meet her, knowing it would likely lead to an argument.
“I can’te back. I’m too drunk to drive.”
“I’lle back after I’ve sobered up in the morning.”
Alicia opposed, “Stop with the excuses. Can’t you call a driver? Where is your chauffeur?”
“Do you really need me to spell it out?” Caden said irritably, loosening his tie.
“I don’t want toe home.”
Alicia fell quiet.
Caden, feeling a tightness in his throat, added, “It’s not that I can’t return. I’ll give you a chance to prove yourself. Come pick me up.”
Frustrated, Alicia mmed the phone down.
Caden’s irritation quickly turned to cold fear. He stood still, phone in hand, frozen.
Gerry, still drunk, leaned on Caden.
“More drinks? I can’t, or I’ll end up dead here.”
Caden pushed him away with a cold look and dialed Cliff.
Cliff arrived and startled Gerry awake with a sharp p.
After a few minutes, Gerry groggily cursed, “Who the hell hit me?”
Caden stayed silent.
Gerry, leaning on Cliff’s shoulder, blinked.
“Cliff, why are you here? Are you really my brother?”
Without responding, Cliff smacked him on the head again.
“See clearly now?”
Gerry muttered, “Yeah, I see.”
Expressionless, Caden walked out with them, stepping into the night air to light a cigarette. The smoke surrounded his sharp features, emphasizing the loneliness on his face.
After throwing Gerry into the car, Cliff asked, “Need a lift home?”
Caden refused.
“Don’t worry about me.”
Cliff, noticing that something was bothering Caden, said, “You smell like alcohol.”
“Don’t drive carelessly. It’s better to have someonee get you.”
Caden took another drag from his cigarette.
Out of pride, he imed, “Alicia wille for me.”
Cliff nodded in acknowledgment and drove away.
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