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.

“Let me feed Cal first,

and he had no idea who he had inherited that trait

his

to his mother's arm, glaring unhappily at Xander with his bright, clear eyes. “I don't want this mister to hold me. I want Mommy to feed me. Not

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

not be rude to Mr. Gibson like this.” Avery

“Do you think 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

remark left Cal

never met him, his mother would

Cal's eyes, Cayden

reluctantly allowed himself to be held in Xander's arms, letting the latter feed

the food Xander chose was just like his mother's, always picking things he didn't particularly enjoy

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

of not daring to

usually spoiled her children too much. She was a loving mother but not a strict father, which led to

there,

into Cal's mouth. After a moment of hesitation, he finally spoke, “Ms.

“What?” Avery asked, puzzled.

to 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

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

terror. She would

also investigated everything about Nina, but some things had been deliberately erased by someone, leaving a

heart immediately sank, and her face turned icy cold. “Mr. Gibson, don't you know what happened to Nina? There are

last sentence through gritted