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

to dog hair and insisted on sending Rocky to

scratch marks on her arm, panicked and hurriedly stuffed the

leave a

the door. Turning back to me, he said, "I'll be right

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

the two, scoffed and then handed me a

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

was cheap. Three bucks a bottle, even Clyde could afford it. I could feel Clyde's gaze grow heavier, but I pushed the milkshake aside,

I don't like that milkshake anymore.

approach, but

"Clyde, it itches."

then nodded,

the evening that Jade's issue was finally resolved. Naturally, she

Vel

to pin the blame on her.

chemo today, right? Why didn't

throat, leaving me speechless. She had been through

both. "Now that it's over,

enthusiastically. "Tomorrow, I need to get some grapefruit

familiar car in the rearview mirror. Taking a closer look at the license plate, it

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

seemed to notice Clyde's car following us, making several turns, but it seemed

an hour at the

grabbed an umbrella, and ran to