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."

uncomfortably, then stretched out

on sending Rocky to the pound, my gaze towards her turned colder. I had clearly

arm, panicked and hurriedly stuffed the

a scar. Let's go to the

remembered I was still there, only when he reached the door. Turning back to me, he said, "I'll be right back, wait for

interrogation room. Because I knew, he wouldn't come back. It

scoffed and then handed me a

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

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, even Clyde could afford it. I could feel Clyde's gaze grow heavier, but I pushed

I don't like that milkshake anymore. It makes me feel

about to approach,

"Clyde, it itches."

nodded, leading

finally resolved. Naturally, she

Vel

pin the blame on

just remembered, you had chemo today, right? Why didn't

in my throat, leaving me speechless. She

over, let's go eat.

need to get some grapefruit leaves to cleanse

the police station in high spirits, discussing what to eat on the way. Suddenly, I noticed a familiar car in the rearview mirror. Taking a closer look at the license

pot? Let the fiery spice chase away all the bad

darting back to the rearview mirror. Vinson seemed to notice Clyde's car following

over an hour at the hot

down without any warning. Clyde rushed out of his car, grabbed an umbrella, and ran to the