Chapter 118

Alicia’s injuries were not serious. After three days in the hospital, she was nearly back to normal. However, her head injury warranted further observation.

“Could I go home just for tonight?” Alicia asked. “I can return early tomorrow for the IV.”

The doctor looked at her questioningly. “Is there something urgent?”

Alicia hesitated. It wasn’t urgent, but ignoring it would be uncomfortable.

“Yes,” she replied, nervously scratching her head, wincing as she grazed a wound. “There’s… a broken pipe. No one else can handle it, and I need to notify the manager.”

The doctor looked concerned. “Are you sure you should be dealing with this? Can’t someone else help?”

Alicia raised an eyebrow. “Is my condition that serious?”

“Not exactly, but avoid overexertion. Even at home, prioritize rest.”

“I’ll be careful,” Alicia assured him. Seeing her determination, the doctor relented. “Be back first thing tomorrow morning.”

“Understood.”

When Alicia left, it was after eight. The autumn chill surprised her; the temperature had dropped significantly.

Three days had passed since she last contacted Caden. A feeling of unease crept over her as she typed, “Are you done with work?” It was usually his busiest time.

Over ten minutes passed before his reply: “What’s wrong?”

Alice replied, “It doesn’t matter. Concentrate on your work.”

Caden quickly responded, “What? Just say it.” Alice could almost see his impatient expression.

Smiling slightly, she replied, “You helped me at the Gray family’s house, and I promised to cook you a meal. I’m free tonight. Shall I keep my promise?” Immediately worried it might sound wrong, she added, “That way I won’t owe you any favors.”

Caden read the message half an hour later. His mood shifted; he decided to end the conversation. “We’ll continue this tomorrow,” he said, rising and grabbing his coat. “We’re done for today.”

Hank rubbed his tired eyes. “It’s very late, sir. You haven’t had dinner. Shall I order something?”

Caden got into the driver’s seat. “Don’t bother. I’ll have dinner at home.”

Hank stood by the car, confused. “Are you cooking tonight?”

Caden glanced at him. “Someone’s making me dinner.”

Hank’s eyes widened. “Did you hire a chef, Mr. Ward?” He rushed to the passenger door. “Can I join you?”

Before Hank reached the door, Caden drove off, leaving him stunned. Who was this mysterious cook?

Alicia leaned against the wall, steadying herself. Just as her knees threatened to give way, the elevator doors opened, revealing Caden.

She stood, looking at him. The hallway lights were bright, but the wind carried a biting chill. His reddened eyes were clear and focused despite the cold.

Before Alicia could speak, she said, “I haven’t waited long. It took me half an hour to shop, then I saw your message.”

Caden quickly calculated. It had taken him about twenty minutes to get home; he must have been there for some time. He noticed the bump on his head had shrunk considerably. He also noticed Alicia’s hands—reddened from the shopping bags’ straps.

Caden draped his coat over her shoulders, then entered the door code. “Have you been discharged?” he asked, his voice tired.

Alice felt the warmth of his coat. “No… I’ve only been allowed out briefly.” The door clicked open.

Caden turned, looking at her. “It seems you were eager to eat,” he said, smiling slightly.

Alice’s pale face flushed. “It’s not that! I just came to cook for you.”

“That’s what I meant,” Caden replied, taking the bags and her hand. “What did you think?”

Alice was speechless.

“You always fall for the same trick,” Caden said.

She looked at their intertwined hands; his warmth tugged at her emotions. Her face flushed even redder; she quickly pulled away.

Caden ignored her reaction. “Change your shoes,” he instructed. He had a new pair, though much too large for her size 10H feet. They made noise as she walked.

Caden poured her hot water and was about to call her when he saw her heading for the kitchen. His wound slowed his movements. There was a grace in her movements. Under the warm light, Caden felt a comforting calm after three hectic days.

He approached, holding the water. “If it’s too much, don’t push yourself. You’ve offered this meal for three days; a few more won’t matter.”

Alice looked back. “But I’m already here, aren’t I?”

Seeing her determination, Caden said, “If you’re worried about not doing enough, do something different.”

Alice looked at him, puzzled. “Do what?”

Caden’s expression turned serious. “Love.”

Alice stared, speechless.