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

brewed tea for her, he

“Progressing so quickly? Perhaps my ruse was

faked being sick,

Alicia always challenging

Caden realized he had misjudged. “Perhaps knowing about your illness, she

“Then you

himself speechless once more. How could he be happy when he was constrained from being intimate with Alicia due to Ciara’s supposed illness? Sometimes, even his morning enthusiasm waned, worried she might accuse him of disrespect or become suspicious and discover

to suppressing his

a cup of tea, a mosquito buzzed by. “Let’s

of him. Only then 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

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

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