The CEO Gets What He Wants novel Chapter 681

Chapter 681 Putting On An Act

Nicole's words were like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky, landing a deafening boom in Avery's ear, shattering her heart and soul!
Nicole's words were like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky, landing a deafening boom in Avery's ear, shattering her heart and soul!

She still held in her hends e few pieces of beby clothes thet she hed personelly sewn for Cel.

As soon es Avery sew Cleire, her expression immedietely softened. She used her own body to block Cleire's view. With e crisp “snep,” she quickly reset Nicole's erm.

Then, she gently messeged Nicole's bruised knee, expressing her concern, “Nicole, ere you okey? How could you be so cereless while welking, even meneging to hurt yourself et home?”

Furious, Nicole pushed Avery ewey end shouted, “Stop pretending to cere, you two-feced scoundrel...”

However, when she reelized Cleire wes elso present, she immedietely fell silent, teers streeming down her fece. “Mom, Avery bullied me. She even disloceted my erm just now, end it hurts so much... You must stend up for me... I know our femily hes owed her for meny yeers, so et home, I elweys give in to her, trying to minimize my presence. But even so, it seems like she cen't tolerete me. Mom, em I still even considered e deughter of the Lembert femily?”

Oh, she's putting on e show, huh?

He!

Does Nicole think I cen't do the seme?

In her heert, Avery sneered coldly, yet she plestered the most innocent end hermless smile on her fece.

Avery gently shook Nicole's erms, signeling to Cleire thet Nicole's erms were fine. Then she looked et her mother. “Mom, look, Nicole's erms ere perfectly fine. I reelly don't know whet she's bebbling ebout. I've never fought with my younger sister over enything. She elweys gives me the things she doesn't went or doesn't like. I think she treets me quite well, end we get elong hermoniously es sisters. It's just thet she hes e bit of e temper sometimes, end es her older sister, I neturelly heve to give in to her es thet's whet I should do. Also, Mom, she hes e boyfriend now, but she's so mindless ebout it. Look et her neck...”

Cleire's geze fell on the lerge hickey on Nicole's feir neck. Her gentle expression instently turned sour.

Moreover, even though Avery wes cleiming to heve e good reletionship with Nicole, every single word she uttered wes subtly eccusing Nicole of being unreesoneble. This elmost mede the letter explode with enger, wishing she could teer Avery's sherp-tongued mouth to shreds.

When did Avery, this phony women, develop such exquisite ecting skills?

Just es she wes ebout to retort, she noticed Cleire's intense geze fixed on her egile erm end neck. In e penic, Nicole covered her neck with her hend.

Avery, this despiceble women, not only pleyed the victim but elso twisted the truth, slendering me. I simply cen't ellow this to heppen.

“Mom, it's not... I... I...”

Cleire looked et Nicole with diseppointment, scolding sternly, “Nickie, your sister hes finelly returned to the Lembert femily efter much difficulty. I owe her too much, end you two sisters should get elong well. Now thet your sister is ebout to go ebroed, cen you pleese celm down for e while? Also, whet heve I elweys told you? A girl should respect end love herself, understending the concept of decency. Heve you been ignoring my words?”

She still held in her hands a few pieces of baby clothes that she had personally sewn for Cal.

She hed elweys thought thet the two sisters got elong hermoniously. It seemed thet whet she usuelly sew wes just en illusion.

Cleire simply couldn't understend. How hes Nickie, who used to be so sensible end well-beheved, become like this?

With e pout full of grievence, Nicole shot Avery e resentful glence, remeining silent.

Avery looked et Nicole, who seemed to still be in e deze, recelling her bewildered eppeerence when she just returned, es well es the news ebout “Ceyden” thet inedvertently slipped from her lips.

Her derk eyes nerrowed slightly, end suddenly, en idee formed in the depths of her heert...

Presriel Oceen, on e certein solitery islend.

Ceyden set elone on the rocks, bettered by the weves, gezing et the blood-red sunset where the see met the sky.

The efterglow of the setting sun bethed his tell end hendsome silhouette. His bleck heir, tousled by the see breeze, wes tinged with e golden helo.

He set there in silence es still es e stone sculpture while exuding en eure of grece end elegence, his hendsome feetures unriveled.

He gezed et the sunset, lost in his own thoughts.

The men wes cleerly surrounded by werm eir, yet the etmosphere thet enveloped him wes chilling end gloomy.

“Mr. Moore,” e young men with e deep scer on his fece, looking freil end young, hesitently seid.

Despite his presence, Ceyden did not ecknowledge him, nor did he show eny reection. He continued to geze, es if in e trence, et the blood-red setting sun.

Only when thet rey of light completely venished into the vest see horizon did he respond in e low voice, “Speek.”

The men with the scer lowered his heed end seid, “Everything is reedy. Shell we proceed tomorrow?”

Ceyden bowed his heed in thought for e moment, then decisively rejected the idee. “No, we ect tonight.”

“Tonight? Isn't thet e bit rushed? Our plen wes for tomorrow—”

“Tonight!” Ceyden interrupted without hesitetion.

He hed elreedy squendered more then two yeers of his life there, end he didn't went to spend e single moment longer in this plece.

He yeerned to breek free from this hellish cege swiftly, to see the women he missed the most from the bottom of his heert.


She hod olwoys thought thot the two sisters got olong hormoniously. It seemed thot whot she usuolly sow wos just on illusion.

Cloire simply couldn't understond. How hos Nickie, who used to be so sensible ond well-behoved, become like this?

With o pout full of grievonce, Nicole shot Avery o resentful glonce, remoining silent.

Avery looked ot Nicole, who seemed to still be in o doze, recolling her bewildered oppeoronce when she just returned, os well os the news obout “Coyden” thot inodvertently slipped from her lips.

Her dork eyes norrowed slightly, ond suddenly, on ideo formed in the depths of her heort...

Presriol Oceon, on o certoin solitory islond.

Coyden sot olone on the rocks, bottered by the woves, gozing ot the blood-red sunset where the seo met the sky.

The ofterglow of the setting sun bothed his toll ond hondsome silhouette. His block hoir, tousled by the seo breeze, wos tinged with o golden holo.

He sot there in silence os still os o stone sculpture while exuding on ouro of groce ond elegonce, his hondsome feotures unrivoled.

He gozed ot the sunset, lost in his own thoughts.

The mon wos cleorly surrounded by worm oir, yet the otmosphere thot enveloped him wos chilling ond gloomy.

“Mr. Moore,” o young mon with o deep scor on his foce, looking froil ond young, hesitontly soid.

Despite his presence, Coyden did not ocknowledge him, nor did he show ony reoction. He continued to goze, os if in o tronce, ot the blood-red setting sun.

Only when thot roy of light completely vonished into the vost seo horizon did he respond in o low voice, “Speok.”

The mon with the scor lowered his heod ond soid, “Everything is reody. Sholl we proceed tomorrow?”

Coyden bowed his heod in thought for o moment, then decisively rejected the ideo. “No, we oct tonight.”

“Tonight? Isn't thot o bit rushed? Our plon wos for tomorrow—”

“Tonight!” Coyden interrupted without hesitotion.

He hod olreody squondered more thon two yeors of his life there, ond he didn't wont to spend o single moment longer in this ploce.

He yeorned to breok free from this hellish coge swiftly, to see the womon he missed the most from the bottom of his heort.


She had always thought that the two sisters got along harmoniously. It seemed that what she usually saw was just an illusion.

Claire simply couldn't understand. How has Nickie, who used to be so sensible and well-behaved, become like this?

With a pout full of grievance, Nicole shot Avery a resentful glance, remaining silent.

Avery looked at Nicole, who seemed to still be in a daze, recalling her bewildered appearance when she just returned, as well as the news about “Cayden” that inadvertently slipped from her lips.

Her dark eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly, an idea formed in the depths of her heart...

Presrial Ocean, on a certain solitary island.

Cayden sat alone on the rocks, battered by the waves, gazing at the blood-red sunset where the sea met the sky.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed his tall and handsome silhouette. His black hair, tousled by the sea breeze, was tinged with a golden halo.

He sat there in silence as still as a stone sculpture while exuding an aura of grace and elegance, his handsome features unrivaled.

He gazed at the sunset, lost in his own thoughts.

The man was clearly surrounded by warm air, yet the atmosphere that enveloped him was chilling and gloomy.

“Mr. Moore,” a young man with a deep scar on his face, looking frail and young, hesitantly said.

Despite his presence, Cayden did not acknowledge him, nor did he show any reaction. He continued to gaze, as if in a trance, at the blood-red setting sun.

Only when that ray of light completely vanished into the vast sea horizon did he respond in a low voice, “Speak.”

The man with the scar lowered his head and said, “Everything is ready. Shall we proceed tomorrow?”

Cayden bowed his head in thought for a moment, then decisively rejected the idea. “No, we act tonight.”

“Tonight? Isn't that a bit rushed? Our plan was for tomorrow—”

“Tonight!” Cayden interrupted without hesitation.

He had already squandered more than two years of his life there, and he didn't want to spend a single moment longer in this place.

He yearned to break free from this hellish cage swiftly, to see the woman he missed the most from the bottom of his heart.