The CEO Gets What He Wants
Chapter 175
Only after Cayden's departure did Avery breathe a sigh of relief.
But if truth be told, she was not completely at ease.
While scrubbing the plates in the sink, she sighed deeply in her heart. She could not wrap her head around what was wrong with her.
The words Yvonne said in the office rang in her head when Cayden told her he had some matters to settle that night.
I guess Yvonne makes a point. It seems like all men do love the nubile body of young women.
Even though the twenty-four-year-old Avery did not think she was old, she knew she was nowhere comparable to Yvonne, who was only nineteen.
Perhaps in the eyes of men, there's really a difference between a woman who has given birth and a woman who hasn't.
Living in the technologically advanced generation, Avery was clear there were not only many douchebags in the world but many foolish women too. And essentially, there was only a fine line between whether she would become one or not.
It's no wonder someone like Cayden has many women flocking around him. After all, he is wealthy and powerful. Besides, he's good-looking and has a well-toned body. There's no way he would mean a lifetime promise whenever he expressed his love...
Half past seven in the evening, Xavier arrived downstairs in a car.
Since Zachary and Rory loved taking the subway, Avery had intended to take them for a ride.
“Mr. Moore called me earlier before he left to settle his work. He instructed me to rush over before you guys leave home,” Xavier explained, clearly taking Avery as Cayden's wife.
However, Avery recalled how Cayden was reluctant for Xavier to send over a new pair of pants the night before because the latter was out on a date.
He mentioned that it was an important matter for a man to keep his girlfriend company.
Moreover, it was almost over working hours.
Xavier awkwardly laughed. “Being able to work for Boss is my utmost pleasure right now. Don't stand on ceremony, Ms. Rumpley. Hurry and get in.”
Despite so, Avery was still unwilling to get in the car.
He needs to have some private life too!
“Perhaps you haven't tried taking care of kids, Ms. Rumpley, so you might not know. But it's an extremely tedious task to take two kids with you. All it takes is just a split second of distraction and they might...” Xavier dared not take the risks as he could not afford to bear the responsibility.
They are the Moore family's precious children, after all!
Though Avery reckoned it was too grand of a moment when they were merely off to buy some pajamas, she eventually got into the Bentley with Zachary and Rory.
...
Moments later, at the central square.
Avery was clueless about what kind of pajamas to choose for the kids. As much as some were rather expensive, she thought it was worth it as long as the kids were happy.
Having missed spending time with them for the past five years, all she could do now was to try her best to get used to their lifestyles and habits slowly.
Meanwhile, Cayden was in his office, busy with work matters. It was the second time in his life after his family's business crisis that he turned into a workaholic.
Every second of his life was laden with financial responsibilities.
At that point, his life had long been filled with heaps and piles of boring data. From the moment he woke up to the time he turned in for rest, he would have a continuous supply of work matters he had to deal with—a plethora of documents to sign, contracts to read, and decisions to make. The routine would repeat daily.
Before setting off to Livingsfill, he had to finish at least ten days' worth of work in advance.
He did not want to be interrupted or occupied by work during his trip, since the time he get to spend with Avery was immensely precious.
About nine at night, Xavier finally returned to the office building.
The breathtaking city's night sky fell into the office through the glass windows. Right before the windows was Cayden, who was busy shuffling his gaze between the stack of documents on the desk and his laptop screen. It was almost as if he was a man made of steel, and despite the many responsibilities weighing on him, he had merely any clue what exhaustion meant.
On the other side, Zachary and Rory finally fell into a deep slumber after much persuasion from Avery.
Following that, she got up and headed to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water to drink. Whipping her head up to glance at the time, she realized it was almost ten o'clock. Yet, Cayden had not returned.
Turning around and leaning against the kitchen counter, she stood with the glass in her hand, seemingly so lost in her deep thoughts that she forgot to drink the water.
Cayden didn't make things clear. So, he intends to leave the kids in my care in future situations like this while he leaves to settle his stuff?
In that instant, Avery felt an inexplicable displeasure surge within her.
I should be happy that he isn't here to irk me off. But why do I feel a little awful? Perhaps I'm acting that way for the kids? They are used to getting an abundance of love from their daddy but receiving no maternal love, and yet now it's the other way round?
That intense mental activity left Avery's head pounding, so she returned to her room to get some rest.
But that was not all. As she drifted off, she had a dream. In the dream, Zachary and Rory told her that they disliked her.