Chapter 895:
Alicia picked up Caden’s phone and dialed Hank. Hank, always on standby, answered immediately. “Mr. Ward.”
Alicia wasted no time. “How serious is Caden’s stomach issue?”
There was a brief pause before Hank replied, “Mr. Ward’s gastritis is a longstanding problem. The doctor says it’s manageable with proper care and isn’t critical. Ms. Bennett, there’s no need for excessive concern.”
“If it’s not serious, why hide it from me?” Alicia’s tone grew colder. “Someone like him wouldn’t carry stomach medicine unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
Hank responded, “Mr. Ward often skips meals when he’s absorbed in work, so he keeps medicine on hand. Ms. Bennett, since you’re here, could I ask for your help? Mr. Ward really listens to you. If you could ensure he eats regularly, it might prevent the stomach pains.”
Alicia’s grip on the phone tightened as a troubling thought crossed her mind. “Hank, are you all concealing something? Does Caden have stomach cancer?”
Hank’s response was quick and firm. “Ms. Bennett, I assure you, Mr. Ward is truly fine.”
Realizing she wouldn’t get any more information, Alicia ended the call quickly, her worry keeping her awake through the night.
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She felt even more unsettled now.
Slumping into the chair, Alicia noticed the outdoor lights flicker on. Looking up, she saw Caden’s silhouette stretch out in the light, his movements unsteady.
Alicia exited the study, heading toward him, and saw Caden about to enter the guest room.
“Caden,” she said, her voice filled with concern.
He turned abruptly, panic and fear in his eyes. When he saw that she hadn’t left, Caden relaxed, walking over to silently embrace her.
His hold was so tight it nearly took her breath away. “What are you doing…” she tried to say, but her voice faltered as she noticed the dampness of his shirt.
In that moment, Alicia felt her strength drain away.
After he let go, Caden’s demeanor returned to normal. “What’s going on with you tonight? Why are you still awake?” he asked.
Alicia gazed into his deep eyes. “I couldn’t sleep, needed some time alone,” she replied.
She then offered, “Caden, do you want a drink?”
Caden frowned. “You’re allergic to alcohol.”
“It’s a mild allergy, nothing lethal.”
As she spoke, Alicia retrieved a bottle of cherished red wine from the cabinet. Pouring a glass for each of them, the ruby liquid shimmered under the light, casting a romantic glow over the room.
Just as Alicia raised her glass, Caden quickly intervened. “Let’s not risk it. Even mild allergies can be unpredictable.”
