When Love Turns to Ashes

Chapter 200 The First Time You Felt Uncomfortable?

Beatrice finally managed to drive the car out of the parking lot and drove steadily on the road Others saw the car she drove and dared not get angry, they could only give in a ferle When the journey was halfway, there were noticeably more vehicles commuting on the road.

She was a little flustered and, while avoiding the vehicles, she also slammed on the brakes a few times.

"Beatrice, when was the last time you drove?"

Caden rubbed his forehead, feeling like he was about to be shaken out of his senses even without

a concussion.

Beatrice tightened her grip on the steering wheel, reminiscing, about the past, realizing that something wasn't quite right over eight years ago.

Finally, she whispered, "Sophomore year,"

Although Monica had taught her to drive early on, she didn't have a car, so she didn't have the opportunity to practice.

"Park on the side," Caden said with a hint of resignation in his tone.

Beatrice parked the car by the roadside.

After Caden got off the car, he sat in the passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt. Suddenly, there was an extra person beside her, and Beatrice became even more nervous. She instinctively looked at him and asked, "And then?" Caden's lips curved suddenly, as he pinched her chin and turned it: "Then look at the road. Tu right up ahead."

"Oh."

Although Beatrice held the steering wheel, her mind was in chaos, and she could only follow Caden's instructions.

The car continued to move at a snail's pace.

Caden sat quietly, occasionally giving directions, not getting angry at all about her lack of confidence in driving the luxury car.

Finally, the car was safely parked in the garage without any incident.

"We arrived," Beatrice breathed a sigh of relief.

She couldn't afford to pay for the expensive car if it got damaged.

Caden didn't hurry to get off the car. He raised his hand and checked his watch: "Beatrice, congratulations, it's a half-hour journey, and you drove for one hour and three minutes." Beatrice retorted, "Uncle Caden, no matter what, I did manage to bring you back safely, I..." "Cough, cough, cough."

Caden clenched his fist and coughed violently, as if he was about to vomit. Brend seemed to say

dizziness and vomiting. a say that

concussion would cause Beatrice didn't continue speaking and got off the car. She walked around to the passenger side (**) 14.05

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and opened the door, reaching out her hand towards Caden.

"Uncle Caden, let me help you up."

"Um."

Caden

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off the car and reached out to embrace Beatrice in

and couldn't help but

me?"

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had no words to say and could only let him hold her as they went upstairs. She entered the house, helped him sit on the sofa, and then placed the medicine bag on the table. She opened the medicine bag and looked

the words

nanny took a day off

to cook! Don't try

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an expression that was

his phone, lowered his gaze for a

the medicine box and asked in confusion, "Uncle Caden, what were you doing? "Isn't it supposed to be eaten after a meal? I happen to be a little hungry, so I'll go make

returned, and the remaining matters had

up and politely said, "Well then, I'll go back first. Goodbye, Uncle Caden." When Beatrice walked to the circular entrance to put on her shoes, she heard the sound of a bowl breaking in the kitchen. She hesitated for a moment,

"Uncle Caden..."

around her waist and forcefully pulled her into an embrace

to the ear, and he whispered, "Didn't you

and said,

tire

"You..."

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placed his other

her.

Beatrice subconsciously wiggled her toes, "Your slippers are too big, uncomfortable. It's

the corners of his mouth. Beatrice felt awkward

picked up the whole

"Don't move."

turned around and picked up the glass

leave, her body was blocked by a man on the desk. She leaned back a little, raised her hand to stop him from getting closer, and changed the subject, saying, "Uncle Caden,

Caden muttered in a low

you want to

direct and domineering gaze, as if she had been targeted by a wild

as he said, "What

lip, and under the light, her rosy lips

hand was just lifted in resistance when it was grabbed, forcefully pulled,

at her, "Beatrice, patience also has

pushed open by

time this happened was at Camellia Manor, where Nyasia took the initiative and lit the scented candles. She was clearly enduring a lot

could say that she

every time he crossed the

aspect of

frowned and said, "Is this the first time