Chapter 939:

“It will improve,” Caden said hopefully.

Alicia looked puzzled. “Caden, how can you be so nonchalant as her grandson?”

Caden was at a loss for words. He kissed her once more before turning over to lie down, his neck tense. “You’re right. I wasn’t that eager either.”

Luckily, the power outage hid his discomfort, his tension not visible beneath his pajama pants.

Caden hadn’t anticipated Alicia being so readily appeased this time. Gerry’s unnecessary social media post and Ciara’s feigned illness seemed all for naught.

With Ciara’s “illness” hovering in the background, Caden couldn’t pursue intimacy. Alicia continued with her daily routine, unaffected. The noticeable change was in Caden’s increasing frustration.

Ciara asked Caden, “How are

Caden brewed tea for her,

expressed surprise, “Progressing so quickly? Perhaps my ruse was wise

Caden. “If you hadn’t faked being sick, I might have actually achieved perfection by

Wasn’t Alicia always

immature.” Caden realized he had misjudged. “Perhaps knowing about

“Then you should

he was constrained from being intimate with Alicia due to Ciara’s supposed illness? Sometimes, even his morning enthusiasm waned, worried she might accuse

Caden was accustomed to suppressing his frustrations and

Caden poured a cup of tea, a mosquito buzzed by. “Let’s head to the living room. The garden’s got too

did he notice a sprout in the pot, but he didn’t dwell on it. If it died, he’d simply replace it. Ciara, rocking in her chair, wasn’t ready to go inside just yet. “I’m in no rush. I recently planted a rare seed, and it’s just sprouted. I’ll loosen the soil a

flowerpot into which he had just poured hot water. “What does the sprout look like?” he

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