The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 707 A Family Reunion

Upon recognizing it was Xander, the high alert in Cayden's heart eased slightly. “How did you get here?” Cayden asked.

“Just passing by and couldn't help but lend a hand,” Xander joked. Suddenly, his handsome brows furrowed slightly, his gaze falling on Cayden's injured arm. A hint of concern appeared in his tone. “How is it? Not too badly hurt, I hope?”

Cayden sneered coldly, “I'm not dying just yet.”

He knew his buddies cared in a different way than others. Sometimes they seemed to take pleasure in his misfortune, but deep down, they were genuinely concerned.

Perhaps that was the unique bond between men.

“Tsk, tsk! I knew you were a tough one to kill. Even that massive explosion couldn't take you down, so what could these useless small fries possibly do to you? However, how did you become so pale? You didn't use any skin whitening injections, did you? Tell me your secret, I'm really curious...” Xander walked up to Cayden, his slender finger poised to lift his chin, his tone overly dramatic.

Cayden barely dodged Xander's menacing grasp, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's, making Xander's scalp tingle. “Want to know how I keep my skin so fair?”

Xander nodded blankly.

It was no wonder he was curious, as Cayden's feminine attire was truly breathtaking.

He couldn't fathom how a rough, tough man could transform into a delicate, beautiful woman.

Pointing in a certain direction, Cayden then began to tend to his own wounds without further ado.

“What the hell? What am I supposed to be looking at? Is there a plastic surgery clinic or something?” Xander's gaze followed the direction of his finger. Apart from a few scattered shops, there was nothing else in sight.

Cayden paid no attention to his ramblings.

He treated the wound with impressive speed, quickly bandaging it up. “Let's go!” he said.

Xander still engrossed

had just pointed to was that. As if he had thought of something, the corners of his lips lifted in an incredulous smile. D*mn! Could Cayden have made himself so pale using flour? If it's true, then that man is

ceiling soars high above, adorned with brilliantly gilded wallpaper. Warm lotus wall lamps cast a gentle, shimmering

sound asleep on the enormous bed draped with white gauze curtains, cradling a baby as exquisite as a finely

Cayden silently opened the door, he was greeted with such a beautiful

faces of the mother and child, one

face with intense

beautiful as ever, though she seemed to have lost quite

the baby next to her, undoubtedly their son Cal, was indeed a spitting image of him. The little face was almost identical to his, and at that moment, he was comfortably nestled in Avery's arms,

baby. Aside from the initial

from her embrace to the side, gazing fondly at her

curled eyelashes occasionally fluttered and trembled like two butterflies flickering their

“Um... Cayden...”

sleep, her cheeks flushing slightly, leaving one to wonder what she

the strongest catalyst, fueling all of Cayden's

shed his coat and rolled

as she was immersed in the sweet dream, suddenly, a heavy object carrying a chill pressed down on her, shattering her beautiful dream

throbbed with pain, as if something had bitten

it seemed a moist tongue had

Avery was utterly stunned.

did, she met a

“C-Cayden?”

wanted to scream. Her eyes were brimming with tears. “Is it really you? Is it truly you? Am I still

me, silly girl. You're

looked at Cayden's handsome face in a daze, murmuring, “So, I'm not dreaming, you really came back... Where have you been? Do you know how much I missed you? I feel like I'm going