The CEO Gets What He Wants

“I've returned the room.” Just then, Cayden strode out.

“Why did you return it?” Is he planning to drive back to Ackleton overnight or... stay at Grandpa's house

with me?

Cayden took one of her petite hands. Finding it cold to the touch, he couldn't help squeezing it. “I asked

the inn owner, and he told me I can buy sheets and quilts at the adjacent shop,” he uttered.

There was an old quilt at Blake's place, but there was only one.

Avery would be using it that night, and she had rummaged it out from the closet. As it was damp, they

had hung it out in the yard in the afternoon.

Blake felt that they should send Cayden to the inn since he was a guest. While the latter was his future

grandson-in-law, they weren't married yet. Besides, his identity wasn't that of the average family, so he

wouldn't be able to stand such destitute conditions in town.

In Ackleton, Allie drove out by herself.

Pulling over by the side of an isolated road, she phoned her son repeatedly, but the reply she received

remained the same.

“Sorry, but the number you have dialed is currently unavailable.”

At that, she phoned Xavier instead.

“Xavier, I'm Cayden's mother. Do you know where he went?” she queried.

“I'm sorry, Mrs. Moore, but Mr. Moore never allows us to question his itinerary.” In truth, Xavier had

received a call from Cayden five minutes ago, and the caller ID indicated that it was Avery's number.

That made it clear that the man was presently with Avery.

As for where he was and when he was coming back, that wasn't something a subordinate should ask.

“What a bunch of useless idiots!” Allie cursed and hung up the phone.

Clutching the steering wheel in one hand and her phone in the other, she stewed for a long time. Out of

the blue, she remembered her best friend's son, Lenny.

In no time, she got through to him.

“Is this Lenn? I'm Allie Musk. I have a question for you. Regarding the blind date I recommended to you

previously, you both exchanged numbers and contacted each other after meeting up, yes? Quick, find

her number and send it to me! Okay, I'll be waiting!”

After saying that, she hung up the phone.

Three minutes later, Lenny sent Avery's phone number to her.

At the town, Avery and Cayden walked out of the shop after buying a quilt and sheets.

Cayden asked Avery about her stepmother.

Feeling that it was no secret, Avery answered frankly, “My father hinted that Henrietta wants the

demolition compensation for my grandfather's house. It's going to be quite a huge sum in total.”

“How will she get it if your father refuses to give it to her?” After hearing everything about Henrietta,

Cayden could imagine how much Avery suffered at her hands when she lived under her roof.

Avery stared straight at the road ahead while hugging a cartoon pillow. “My father is now hospitalized. If

he has an outburst, his condition will worsen and deteriorate all the faster. She reckoned that I wouldn't

go to him about this. As for my grandfather and me, in her eyes, we're both easy prey whom she can

manipulate as she wishes.”

They had only taken a few steps after exiting the shop when they heard sounds of a row from the

adjacent inn.

“What a shameless wh*re! How dare you seduce my man? Wait and see whether I'm going to rip you

to pieces today!”

Following that shout, the sound of a room door being rattled split the air.

Then, a woman who was in an exceedingly wretched state ran helter-skelter out of the inn entrance.

Avery sucked in a breath in astonishment. So, Henrietta was caught red-handed by the man's wife?

At the sight of Avery's stunned expression, the corners of Cayden's lips turned up indulgently, and he

chuckled subvocally.

Avery watched the scene unfolding before her with rapt attention.

A woman who had seemingly lost her mind yanked at Henrietta's hair. The latter was wearing a long

dress, and the woman pinched Henrietta's thighs and arms through the fabric while cursing her out.

The pain was so excruciating that Henrietta collapsed on the ground and wailed incessantly.

As for the man who hooked up with her, he cowardly stood at the inn entrance with his clothes in hand,

trembling with fright.

“What a sl*t! I'll pummel you to death before I kill that b*stard when we're home! How can there be such

a shameless woman like you? You were crying out like a b*tch in heat in the room despite your

advanced age! Just see if I don't cut off your tongue!” Climbing onto Henrietta, the woman rained blows

on her with both hands, pummeling her viciously.

Not only was Henrietta's face all red and swollen, but blood also trickled out of the corner of her mouth.

Tugging at Cayden, Avery urged, “Let's go home!”

Cayden slipped off his suit jacket and draped it over her. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he

headed in the direction of the old house.

No sooner had Avery stepped in the door while still thinking about karma getting Henrietta than Blake

said, “Ery, your phone has been ringing non-stop.”

Cayden went into Avery's room with the newly-bought sheets and quilt. He started making the bed,

determined to sleep with her that night.

There were six missed calls on Avery's phone, and they were from the same unknown number.

When she picked up her phone, it so happened to ring again, so she answered the call. “Hello.”

“Avery? I'm Cayden's mother!” Finally getting through to her, Allie sounded frantic and furious.