The CEO Gets What He Wants

Meanwhile, at the Gibson residence, Xander sat by the dining table.

He was a young and handsome man with almost bewitching beauty.

He watched in silence as Avery quietly fed Cal his meal.

Avery was dressed in a black suit with her hair tied in a ponytail. Her delicate face was clean and delicate.

He wasn't sure if it was due to the maternal glow she exuded, but he found her becoming increasingly charming, making him unable to resist the urge to take a second look.

Xander was the first to speak, breaking the silence in the room. “Ms. Rumpley, we invited you here today for a meal, partly to bid you farewell and partly to give you some advice for your trip to Remdik. I apologize for what happened to Cayden before. I didn't expect such an unexpected incident to occur. I've found out that Cayden's attack was connected to the Remdikian mafia, but the specifics of their entanglement are still shrouded in mystery. Going to Remdik this time will be quite dangerous, so I'll assign you a few more skilled bodyguards.”

As Avery fed Cal milk, she spoke in a low voice. “Thank you, Mr. Gibson. You don't need to apologize because of what happened to Cayden. On the contrary, I should be the one apologizing to you. When Cayden was attacked, the incident cost you two good men. Also, I always remember the help you've given to my husband and my company. I will definitely repay you when the opportunity arises.”

“Mommy, I don't want to drink milk,” Cal suddenly said in a babyish voice, his little mouth puckering up adorably.

“Be good. Drink more milk so you can grow taller. Cal, you can drink a little less, okay?” Avery patiently coaxed him.

“No, I don't want to. I want fried chicken.” Cal stubbornly pouted, his face full of reluctance.

Cal, with his short arms and legs, still wasn't very good at using a fork. It was always Avery who fed him.

Seeing his mother always serving him the food he disliked, Cal shook his head like a rattle drum.

Xander cast a cool glance at Cal, then said to Avery, “Don't just focus on feeding the child. You should eat something first. You have a flight to catch this afternoon.”

“I'm not hungry right now.” Avery had barely finished uttering those words when her stomach rumbled as if contradicting her.

a touch of shyness. “Let

with food, and he had no idea who he had inherited that trait from.

up from his seat, intending to take

with his bright, clear eyes. “I don't want this mister to hold me. I want Mommy

did speak, he was incredibly articulate. He didn't seem like a two-year-old, especially with the look in his

Mr. Gibson like this.” Avery tugged

everyone has the privilege of being fed by me? If it weren't for the fact that your father is Cayden, I wouldn't bother with you at all.” This little rascal is indeed Cayden's son. Not only does he look similar, but even this bad temper is exactly

single remark

Cal admired most was his father, Cayden. Although he had never met him, his mother would often recount his father's heroic

Cayden was

be held in Xander's arms,

like his mother's, always picking things he didn't particularly

want to eat, he was somewhat intimidated by Xander's terrifying aura. Thus, he had no choice

son in Xander's arms. Cal's pitiful demeanor of not daring to express his grievances amused her, but more

was a loving mother but not a strict father, which

still there, Cal would

Cal's mouth. After a moment of hesitation, he

“What?” Avery asked, puzzled.

ask about Nina. From what I understand, her social circle is quite limited. Apart from work, she seems to just stay at home and doesn't appear to have any particular hobbies. I'm curious, why does she always turn down my invitations? You're Nina's best friend, so you should know her

years, Xander had been pursuing Nina, but she seemed to have a strong guard up, particularly fearful of

She would even curse

had been deliberately erased

cold. “Mr. Gibson, don't you know what

the last