The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 82

“The inn owner is my friend, and I asked him for the spare key to your room.”

From the exchange, the unidentified man getting his rocks off atop Henrietta had a wife, and they both lived in that town.

Avery's hands slowly fisted in the sheets.

She felt sad for Leonardo.

Her father had toiled for more than twenty years to make money for Henrietta and Milana to support them.

At the end of the day, however, his wife cheated on him while he was enduring excruciating pain from a terminal disease in the hospital.

“You're despicable!”

“You love the despicable side of me, no? At least I'm far more virile than your husband, who either has this cancer or that cancer... Well? Answer me...”

“Ahh... You're virile! You're most virile... Ahh... Stop thrusting... There's no room anymore...”

“There's no room anymore? There's still much room, I reckon! Why are you still acting shy when you're already up in years? It's all opened up... and it isn't tight either... I'm the only one who doesn't mind servicing you...”

Avery was wholly sickened.

“Are you acquainted with her?” Cayden questioned in a whisper as he listened to the voices next door.

“She... is my stepmother.”

Utter mortification swamped Avery.

At that, Cayden got off of her. His perfect body seemingly had the ability to straighten his clothes automatically, for his clothes became all neat in the blink of an eye.

“Let's go.” He didn't want her to listen to such sickening things anymore.

Getting off the bed, Avery left with him, even breathing causing her agonizing pain.

When she had gone to the hospital earlier that morning, Leonardo had mentioned that Henrietta might have come over.

“Go and wait outside,” Cayden urged in hushed tones as he patted her on the shoulder. Then, he stood before the inn's reception desk without budging an inch.

Only after Avery walked out with her mind all blank and sat down on a bench under the moonlight did he return the room.

The inn owner returned him the money, but he didn't take it. Instead, he took out his wallet and whipped out a stack of bills. Slapping them down on the marble countertop, he stated, “This is all yours.”

A room in the town cost ten bucks a night. Honestly speaking, few checked into the inn in a day. Even if there were a few, most of them would haggle over the price for a long time.

Staring at the cash on the countertop, the inn owner inquired hesitantly, “What's the meaning of this?”

Cayden gave the man all the money he withdrew from the automatic teller machine in town earlier. Holding a cigarette between his fingers, he lit it and took a puff. With his eyes narrowed a fraction, he ordered, “Do something for me.”

Meanwhile, Avery waited for two minutes. When she had gathered her wits, she went in to look for Cayden.

















































“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.
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