When Love Becomes a Cage (Melanie) novel 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."

She squirmed uncomfortably, then stretched out her arm.

Her arm was indeed covered in scratch marks and had swollen up. Remembering how she claimed to be allergic to dog hair and insisted on sending Rocky to the pound, my gaze towards her turned colder. I had clearly seen her playing with a colleague’s Corgi before. To upset me, she really would do anything.

Clyde, noticing the scratch marks on her arm, panicked and hurriedly stuffed the candies into my hand.

"Kayla, stop scratching or it'll leave a scar. Let's go to the hospital."

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

I didn’t respond, just looked towards the interrogation room. Because I knew, he wouldn't come back. It was always like this.

Vinson, passing by the two, scoffed and then handed me a milkshake.

"It's your favorite. And here's some water; if you're hungry later, I'll go grab something to eat."

I smiled, surprised he remembered my favorite milkshake. 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 the milkshake aside, opting for a bottle of water instead.

"Vinson, I don't like that milkshake anymore. It makes me feel sick."

Clyde seemed about to approach, but Kayla held him back.