Chapter 422
Jerry had said cooking steak was challenging. Caden was curious to discover just how difficult it truly was; indeed, it proved tough and required skill. He gazed into Alicia's dark eyes.
“I wanted to impress you with my cooking, make you fall in love with it, so you wouldn’t leave me,” he said.
Alicia found this amusing. “I always have nightmares when I’m around you. It seems you’ve been plotting to kill me all this time with your food,” she teased. “Poor Cade, suffering because of me.”
Caden grinned. “Is it really that bad?”
Alicia replied, “Shouldn’t you check on Cade? That situation was worse than getting neutered.”
Caden continued, “Since we’re at the vet, why not handle the neutering too? Otherwise, during breeding season, he’d be uncontrollable, causing chaos everywhere.”
Alicia’s expression shifted. “Isn’t that a bit harsh?” A few moments later, she thoughtfully stroked her chin. “But it might be feasible…”
Caden suppressed a smile. “It seems sharing a bed with you makes us think alike.”
After the neutering surgery, the veterinarian asked, “Would you like to keep his testicles?” Alicia glanced at Caden, leaving the decision to him. He examined the two small organs, feeling a sudden chill.
Alicia went to check on the dog. It was still hooked up to an IV, under anesthesia, semi-conscious. She gently caressed it. “You’re doing this for your wellbeing.” The dog’s eyes rolled back, and it lost consciousness entirely.
Alicia remained by its side for a while, then went outside to find Caden, who was photographing the dog’s testicles.
Alicia was confused. “Since when have you been so interested?” He had never even taken pictures of the dog before.
Caden responded casually, “I’m sending the photos to a craftsman to get something custom-made.”
Alicia leaned in curiously. “Custom-made what?”
Caden angled his phone toward her. “A bell for Lucky.”
Alicia felt uneasy. “You’re not planning to use those, are you?”
Caden looked at her, a teasing smile on his lips. “I hadn’t noticed, Ms. Bennett, that you had such a naughty side.”
Alicia’s cheeks flushed. “Your actions are the ones that are inappropriate.”
Caden explained, “I’m asking the craftsman to create a bell that resembles them, as a souvenir for the dog.”
Alicia couldn’t help but retort, “Who’s the real naughty one between us? And didn’t the craftsman reprimand you?” She frowned. “If I received such an odd request, I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself.”
Just then, Caden’s phone rang. They both glanced at it. It was a message from the craftsman: “Did the dog steal the owner’s phone to text me? Please give the phone back to your owner and stop causing trouble.”
Caden was taken aback. Alicia, trying to preserve his pride, stifled her laughter.