The CEO Gets What He Wants

Avery awkwardly pointed in the right direction.

Jambalaya was not a dish every chef could cook to perfection, so to be safe, Avery had Cayden drive

them to the place she used to stay.

She stayed there after she returned to the country, so she knew the neighborhood well. Naturally, that

meant she also knew where the best restaurants were.

The black Land Rover screeched to a halt at the side of the road, and the residents in the area couldn't

help staring at the people getting out of the car.

The father was tall and handsome, whereas the twins were cute and cuddly, so it's only natural that

everyone stared at them.

They showed up at the peak hour, so the place was packed.

The owner hollered, “The jambalaya for number 23 is ready.”

A high school student in a uniform showed up with a tag that had the number 23 printed on it. After

that, he picked up the tray with the jambalaya on it and left.

When the owner's wife saw the family of four entering the restaurant, her eyes glowed instantly.

She wasn't happy because more customers meant more income, though. She was delighted because

the family of four was too beautiful and looked like celebrities.

Who knows? Maybe they actually are celebrities!

“Come, take a seat here,” said the lady as she gestured to the others patrons. “Please share tables. It's

our peak hour, so the seats are limited.”

The student, who had just picked up the tray, nodded, then walked to the other table to join a couple,

who were sitting at the side. He no longer took up a table for four.

The owner's wife cleaned the unoccupied table quickly so the family of four could take their seats. After

that, she asked, “What would you like to have?”

Avery shot a look at Cayden and recalled how he had told her to decide for everyone. That made her

nervous, but also gave her the courage to reply, “Four jambalayas, please. Two regular and two non-

spicy.”

“We can handle spicy food,” said Rory and Zachary simultaneously.

Avery didn't quite buy that, so she turned her attention to Cayden.

Cayden was still standing when he answered, “Zach is okay with spicy food, but Rory is not allowed to

have any. The doctor advised her against eating spicy food for the time being.”

Avery changed her orders, and the owner's wife made a mental note of everything before sharing that

information with her husband, who was also the chef.

When she brought the cutleries to them, she whispered and asked Avery. “You guys are celebrities,

aren't you?”

“No, we're not celebrities,” answered Avery before she explained, “I used to rent a place in the

residential area close-by and came before.”

The owner's wife, however, behaved as though she had never heard a word Avery said. The former

cleaned the table again, and as she did so, she murmured, “Awh, I thought you guys are celebrities

who are here to experience the life of the poor. Err... what's the show called again? Uh, a reality show?

Yeah, isn't that trending nowadays? We'll be famous after this...”

Avery understood that the reaction was all due to Cayden's presence there, so she said, “Honestly,

we're not celebrities...”

In a way, it was true that Cayden was not a celebrity, but his presence would usually cause an even

bigger ruckus than that of a celebrity.

Fortunately, most of the patrons there were folks from lower-middle-class families, while the others

were farmers who worked in the area. They were all middle-aged and weren't interested in social

media. Moreover, they didn't pay attention to financial news, so no one knew who Cayden was. That

was great because it allowed Cayden to spend some quality time with his family. No one would bother

them.

“The jambalayas are ready,” said the owner's wife as she served the dishes.

Rory and Zachary picked up their forks and ate away quickly. It was clear that they both enjoyed it.

Avery suddenly felt happy and content. Are the twins taking after me? Is that why they adapted to the

taste so quickly and are enjoying themselves now?

At one o'clock in the afternoon...

Cayden drove the car and took Avery and the kids out of that place.

When his phone rang, he picked it up. “What's up, Grandpa?”

“Here's the thing, Cayden. Your aunt brought a team of medical experts to Ackleton because her

husband is gravely ill and does not have much time left. He's also losing his mind, so your aunt wants

to take Rory and Zach to the hospital to act as her grandchildren. She was hoping that your uncle will

be happy after seeing them. That way, he'd be able to leave in peace,” said Jeffrey.

Cayden had turned on the speaker, so the kids, who were sitting in the backseat, heard what Jeffrey

said.

So did Avery.

“Does that mean we can't go to the theater any more?” asked Rory who really wanted to go to the

theater with her father and Avery.

Avery couldn't comment on the Moore family's drama, so she didn't say anything.

“We can go watch the play some other day,” said Cayden. His words pretty much settled the matter.

Forty minutes later, Xavier took Rory and Zachary away.

“You're not going?” asked Avery who was too afraid to get out of the car.

The car was parked right in front of her office, and countless eyes would be on her if she ever got out of

the car.

Cayden drove away. “If I do, the old man will probably recall that they are my children.”

Rory and Zachary were pretending to be someone else's kids, and their white lie would bring peace to

a dying man. Hence, it was not right for Cayden to be there.

“Please stop the car one hundred meters from here. I'll get off there and walk back,” said Avery.

Cayden ignored her and drove toward the theater. “I think we need to talk about the kids.”

Without the cheery kids around, the two adults were the only ones that remained, and the aura in the

car changed quickly. It was as though every breath had an implicit message.

Avery was more than happy to talk about the kids, though, so any intention she had of returning to work

had faded.

She remained quiet the entire way to the theater because she was waiting for him to start the

conversation. She didn't know the specifics of what he wanted to talk about, so she said nothing.

Unfortunately, they couldn't discuss anything in the middle of the play, so Avery had no choice but to

break the silence before they reach the destination. “Can I see them regularly?”

“Yeah.”

The Land Rover reached a crossroads, and even though Cayden was nodding, he was also paying

attention to the road. He turned the steering wheel and drove to another street.

Avery sighed a breath of relief. “C-Can I also have them stay with me for a few days on some

weekends?”

As their birth mother, Avery's request wasn't unacceptable since it was only natural that she'd want to

get closer to her kids.

Cayden thought about that for a moment, but eventually, he nodded.

Avery was ecstatic to hear that. She also started to see Cayden a little differently.

Outside the theater...

When they reached the parking lot, Cayden's sharp gaze fell onto a Porsche Cayenne, which was

parked two lots away.

He checked the car's plates and noted that it was Dylan's.

Is he here to watch the play as well?

Cayden knew Dylan well enough to know that the latter wouldn't be there on his own.

Avery didn't actually want to watch the play with Cayden because, without Rory and Zachary around,

it'd look as though they were dating.

However, Cayden made a good point and convinced her to stay. Since the kids loved the play but

couldn't make it, they would definitely love it if she watched it, then tell them all about it. It would also

be a great way for a mother to show her kids how much she loved them.

Cayden and Avery weren't given front-row seats because Xavier knew his boss well and could tell that

the guy wouldn't want to be recognized. That would just disrupt his time with his kids and force him to

socialize with others.

Avery kept her eyes on the stage after she entered the theater.

She waited patiently for the play to begin.

A familiar yet unloving voice came from the front row, disrupting her serenity, though.