When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 64

Chapter 64



Kayla was at a loss for words, simply sitting quietly to the side, holding Clyde's hand.

Meanwhile, I was patiently waiting for the lawyer to get everything sorted out. The legal department at Patterson Group was top-notch, so dealing with these kinds of issues was a piece of cake for them.

"Want something to drink? Something sweet?" Clyde suddenly approached me, looking a bit awkward.

He genuinely thought I might be having a sugar low.

Vinson stood up instantly. "No need, I'll go get it."

Clyde shot him a fierce glare before taking the seat Vinson had just vacated. He pulled out a few pieces of candy from his pocket and handed them to

me.

"If you're having a sugar low, you should always carry some candy with you. Just pop one if you feel faint."

"It's all your favorite flavors. I'll get you some imported chocolate another day."

At that moment, I was indeed taken aback. Back in college, Clyde wasn't flush with cash, but he always managed to pull out various snacks from his pockets. I've always had a sweet tooth but was also concerned about my figure, so I always hesitated to indulge. He never gave me too much, just a little bit, even selecting the chocolates carefully.

Just as I was about to take the candy from his hand, Kayla's voice, filled with discomfort, rang out.

"Clyde, I think I'm having an allergic reaction. It's so itchy."

squirmed uncomfortably, then stretched out her

Rocky to the pound, my gaze towards her turned colder. I

scratch marks on her arm, panicked and hurriedly

scratching or it'll leave a

he reached the door. Turning back to

looked towards the interrogation room. Because I knew, he wouldn't come

two, scoffed and then

water; if you're hungry later, I'll go grab something

surprised he remembered my favorite milkshake. Truth be told, I didn't really care for that milkshake; I drank it often in school because it was cheap. Three bucks a bottle,

like that milkshake

about to approach, but Kayla held

"Clyde, it itches."

nodded, leading her

finally resolved. Naturally, she was unrelated to the case; the

Vel

to pin the blame on her.

I just remembered, you had chemo today, right? Why

She had been through

it's over, let's go eat. You must

to get

left the police station in high spirits, discussing what to eat on the way. Suddenly, I noticed a familiar car

go for a hot pot? Let the fiery spice chase away

the rearview mirror. Vinson seemed to notice

an hour at the

warning. Clyde rushed out of his car, grabbed an umbrella, and ran to the hot pot restaurant's entrance.