?<strong>Chapter 1121:</strong>


    Once inside their private garage, Alicia reclined her seat, raised her skirt slightly, and said, “Caden, can you check if something bit my knee?”


    Caden unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over. Her long legs drew his attention.


    “It itches up here too.” Alicia guided his hand higher, her tone yful.


    Finally stopping at…


    When Caden met her eyes, he saw the mischief there.


    “You were so disciplined at dinner, not even drinking water when I told you not to. Are you thirsty now?” Alicia teased.


    Understanding her insinuation, Caden tensed and then pulled her closer, embracing the moment.


    After making out, Alicia pushed Caden away and stepped out of the car.


    Caden wiped the moisture from his lips and followed her. He had hoped they would continue their evening in their bedroom, but Alicia, massaging her waist, said, “I’m going to attend to Scarlette. You can keep the dogpany tonight.”


    Stunned, Caden watched her walk away.


    After she left, Cade, the dog, came over with a pink pillow.


    Caden said to the nanny, “Take Scarlette to Regina’s ce.” Living nearby made it convenient for Regina to help.


    The nanny started to pack as Caden removed his jacket and headed for the master bedroom. Before entering the room, he added, “Make sure you have enough form and diapers for three days. Don’te back without my say-so.”


    Meanwhile, Corey had taken on Caden’s responsibilities at work, facing relentless overtime.


    Corey’s skills couldn’t match those of Dorian and Caden, which made his work challenging, but hepensated with tireless dedication.


    That day, Corey worked relentlessly into the night, losing track of time. By the time he stepped outside, it was already early morning. Exhausted, he decided not to return to the vi but instead visited Gemma, as he often did.


    Shey there quietly, herplexion pale. Her fingers were clenched so tightly that they had raw, dried blood on them.


    Seeing her like this, Corey’s heart skipped a beat in shock as he gently held her, calling out softly, “Gemma.”


    Gemma was disturbingly thin, almost skeletal, and she leaned limply in his arms, unresponsive.


    Corey urgently called his medical team to attend to her. He feared she had attempted suicide. However, the diagnosis from the private doctor was even more rming. “The artificial heart is severely overloaded. We need to rece a chip within a month, or her life can’t be saved.”


    A chill ran down Corey’s spine. The mounting pressure and his grueling workload recently had already sapped his strength. A month? His heart sank.


    Caden had informed Corey that after Dorian’s hospitalization, recing Dorian was impossible and that developing a new chip would take at least two months. Corey’s voice came out hoarse, barely a whisper. “Is there any way to postpone it by a month?”


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