Upon recognizing it was Xander, the high alert in Cayden's heart eased slightly. “How did you get here?” Cayden asked.
“Just passing by and couldn't help but lend a hand,” Xander joked. Suddenly, his handsome brows furrowed slightly, his gaze falling on Cayden's injured arm. A hint of concern appeared in his tone. “How is it? Not too badly hurt, I hope?”
Cayden sneered coldly, “I'm not dying just yet.”
He knew his buddies cared in a different way than others. Sometimes they seemed to take pleasure in his misfortune, but deep down, they were genuinely concerned.
Perhaps that was the unique bond between men.
“Tsk, tsk! I knew you were a tough one to kill. Even that massive explosion couldn't take you down, so what could these useless small fries possibly do to you? However, how did you become so pale? You didn't use any skin whitening injections, did you? Tell me your secret, I'm really curious...” Xander walked up to Cayden, his slender finger poised to lift his chin, his tone overly dramatic.
Cayden barely dodged Xander's menacing grasp, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's, making Xander's scalp tingle. “Want to know how I keep my skin so fair?”
Xander nodded blankly.
It was no wonder he was curious, as Cayden's feminine attire was truly breathtaking.
He couldn't fathom how a rough, tough man could transform into a delicate, beautiful woman.
Pointing in a certain direction, Cayden then began to tend to his own wounds without further ado.
“What the hell? What am I supposed to be looking at? Is there a plastic surgery clinic or something?” Xander's gaze followed the direction of his finger. Apart from a few scattered shops, there was nothing else in sight.
Cayden paid no attention to his ramblings.
He treated the wound with impressive speed, quickly bandaging it up. “Let's go!” he said.
The man strode confidently toward the parking lot, leaving Xander still engrossed in wandering around the logos of various stores.
As his gaze fell on a brand named “Myka,” Xander's eyes narrowed slightly. It seemed that the direction Cayden had just pointed to was that. As if he had thought of something, the corners of his lips lifted in an incredulous smile. D*mn! Could Cayden have made himself so pale using flour? If it's true, then that man is simply a genius. I'm thoroughly impressed!
The ceiling soars high above, adorned with brilliantly gilded wallpaper. Warm lotus wall lamps cast a gentle, shimmering glow.
A delicate woman was sound asleep on the enormous bed draped with white gauze curtains, cradling a baby as exquisite as a finely carved piece of emerald.
When Cayden silently opened the door, he was greeted with such a beautiful scene.
The dim yellow light illuminated the faces of the mother and child, one big and one small, on the bed.
His gaze fell on Avery's face with intense desire, his large hand caressing her delicate skin.
It had been over two years, yet she remained as gentle and beautiful as ever, though she seemed to have lost quite a bit of weight compared to before.
And the baby next to her, undoubtedly their son Cal, was indeed a spitting image of him. The little face was almost identical to his, and at that moment, he was comfortably nestled in Avery's arms, sound asleep.
That was the first time Cayden had seen their third baby. Aside from the initial excitement, his attention was primarily focused on Avery.
He gently moved Cal from her embrace to the side, gazing fondly at her small face.
In her slumber, Avery's face was serene. Her long, curled eyelashes occasionally fluttered and trembled like two butterflies flickering their wings, drawing him in to gather their beauty.
“Um... Cayden...”
Suddenly, Avery murmured something in her sleep, her cheeks flushing slightly, leaving one to wonder what she was dreaming about.
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