The CEO Gets What He Wants

Standing outside the entertainment center, Cayden gave Avery a call. “I'm at the entrance. You'll see

me when you come out.”

“All right, I'm going over right away.”

After ending the call, Avery changed her attire before hurrying out.

A black Land Rover was parked outside the entertainment center in the most conspicuous spot.

“Get in.”

With one hand slipping naturally around her waist, Cayden opened the car door with the other. In fact,

when he was ushering her into the car, he even placed his hand over her head discreetly for fear that

she would hit her head.

Upon settling into the front passenger seat, Avery buckled herself in.

Coincidentally, Cayden had finished his cigarette right after closing the door. Narrowing his eyes, he

went to the garbage bin at the entrance to stub out his cigarette before returning to the car.

Avery felt the initial urge to tell him to stop smoking but was worried about angering him.

Sensing his lack of anxiety, she couldn't help but speculate that Rory's eyes were probably fine.

Or else, he, as the father, wouldn't be taking his own sweet time.

The journey from the city center to Grover and Lindsay's mansion in the outskirts would take at least an

hour and a half if there weren't any traffic.

As Cayden concentrated on driving, he remained quiet throughout.

Avery added to the silence in the car by not daring to say anything.

While waiting at a traffic light, the silence was broken by the constant ringing of a phone.

When Avery scrambled to check it, she saw that it was from Brodie.

Their relationship was the only common topic between both of them. Other than their inevitable

breakup, there was nothing else to talk about.

When she was in the subway, she had already answered Brodie's mother's call.

Thus, she had no intention to answer and ended the call accordingly.

After half a minute of silence, Brodie called again.

However, Avery rejected it just like before.

Nevertheless, Brodie kept calling relentlessly, as if he had something urgent to tell her.

Avery didn't dare turn off her phone because she was worried that Blake or Leonardo would call.

When the traffic light turned green, Cayden continued to drive.

At the same time, he gave her the side-eye and inquired in a deep voice, “Why don't you dare answer it

in front of me?”

“It has nothing to do with you. I just don't feel like picking up.” Just as she spoke, Avery pressed the

answer button.

As the bright street lamps illuminated the night, merry-makers filled the streets. Their arms were

wrapped around each other's shoulders, while vibrant smiles were plastered across their faces.

Unfortunately, Avery wasn't the kind that enjoyed having fun.

In fact, she couldn't even remember when in the last twenty-four years of her life she had laughed

joyously.

“Hello,” Avery answered.

“Why didn't you pick up the calls?” Brodie's voice was soft. “Has my mom called you?”

“Yes, in the morning,” Avery replied.

“I'm sorry.” After keeping mum for more than ten seconds, he added, “I don't know if my mom has said

anything to humiliate you. If she did, I would like to apologize on her behalf.”

Leaning against the window, Avery hung her head. “It's all right. There's no need for apologies.” As she

wasn't a saint, she was naturally infuriated and stumped by Brodie's mother's words.

Nonetheless, her priority now was to draw a line in their relationship and end the call as soon as

possible.

“Avery, I'm willing to believe that you're a good girl. Also, I trust that you have no intention of swindling

me too. I-It's just that things between us...” Brodie struggled to find the words. A long pause later, he

confessed, “My money doesn't come easy. Also, there are just too many girls out there who are

scammers. Thus, I... I can't help but be on my guard.”

Avery smirked when Brodie mentioned the word “swindling” and the fact that “his money didn't come

easy.”

In that case, Brodie, just like his mom, thinks that I'm just looking for a meal ticket. He assumes that I

plan to leech on my boyfriend or future husband together with my sick dad and elderly grandpa. The

only difference is that he has tactfully put across his point without insulting me.

“I understand. Goodbye.” Avery was cognizant that there was nothing she could say that would be of

any use.

Instead, she might end up looking defensive and making the situation worse.

Therefore, it was just better not to explain.

After ending the call, Avery leaned her head against the window. With her eyes closed, she tried hard

to imagine Rory's and Zachary's cute faces, wanting to find the light within the darkness.

Even though life had been cruel and taken a lot from her, she was gifted a pair of twins that fateful day.

Why should I continue complaining? This is something I should feel joyous about. I shouldn't care

about how others see me. All that matters is that I work hard and take care of Dad, Grandpa, and the

two children.

After drilling the idea into herself, she noticed that her mood had lightened up.

At the same time, she found a renewed zest for life.

Amidst the grim atmosphere, Cayden asked, “What happened? Do you need my help?”

“Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine,” Avery replied cordially, knowing that she had to suppress her

fear of him for the children's sake.

As Cayden focused on driving, none of them exchanged another word until they arrived at Grover's

home.

Alighting from the car, he saw Avery unbuckle herself and exit the vehicle too.

After waiting for her, both of them circled the car and walked to the entrance.

Their actions caused Cayden to feel as if they were a young couple who had come to pick their children

up from an elder's place. The sensation caused him to crack a discreet grin, for he enjoyed playing the

role of a husband.

After pressing the doorbell, they waited for someone to open the door.

Suddenly, something occurred to Avery. She rummaged through her bag for Cayden's expensive

leather wallet and returned it to him. “I almost forgot to give it back.”

When Cayden received his wallet, he threw her a glance.

However, Avery was already looking anxiously at the mansion, hoping to see the children soon.

Since she was young, Lindsay did the household chores herself and was also an excellent cook. As a

result, she had never needed a housekeeper at home. Thus, she came to get the door personally.

“Mr. Moore, you're back,” Lindsay greeted routinely. After opening the door, she saw Avery standing by

Cayden's side.

Even though Avery had greeted Lindsay in the subway before, the latter was still shocked to see Avery

appear in front of her without warning.

“Please come in.”

After scrutinizing Avery for a long while, Lindsay glanced at Cayden, who had already entered the

mansion. Despite the barrage of questions in her mind, she set them aside for the time being and

invited Avery in.

“Thank you.” Avery gave a polite nod before walking in nervously.

Once she closed the door, Lindsay followed behind Avery.

Back in the day, the demanding Mr. Moore found a girl who was in between high school and university

to bear him children. It was obvious that he didn't hate her and was likely fond of her. Subsequently, he

would go to her room every night and ravage her till she could barely get out of bed. Therefore, only a

fool would believe that he had no feelings for her.

Standing by the door, Lindsay watched as Avery carried Rory in her arms while Cayden picked up the

children's bags and toys. In that instant, the answer flashed in her mind.

If the loving couple can form a complete family for the children, it would be God's blessing to them.