The CEO Gets What He Wants

Claire was extremely protective of those she held dear.

That was especially the case with Nicole, whom she had come to regard as her own daughter after losing her

biological daughter. Her heart wrenched in pain when she saw Nicole on the verge of tears.

She cooed while holding Nicole, “Tell me what made you so sad, Nicole.”

Although Nicole felt like complaining about how heartless Cayden was to her, she didn't wish for her mother to have

a biased opinion of him, so she bit her tongue.

Her gaze flickered for a moment as she whimpered, “Mom, Cayden... doesn't seem to like me. Besides, Avery isn't

someone to be trifled with. She embarrassed me at the Moore residence today by setting me up as a fool. She

even showed off in front of Old Mr. Moore using her wits. Now, Old Mr. Moore is treating me with indifference while

being partial toward her. Mom, I like Cayden a lot. He's the first man I've ever fallen for. What should I do?”

Nicole leaned against Claire's shoulder as tears rolled down her cheeks.

After witnessing the melancholy brought upon Nicole by her tragic love life, Claire lovingly wiped the tears away

with some tissues.

She handed Nicole a glass of warm water while comforting her, “Don't cry, my dear Nickie. I will do my best to set

you up with Cayden if you like him.”

Holding onto the glass of water, Nicole muttered pitifully, “I wonder if I've made a mistake. I love him even after

knowing that he isn't into me. My love hasn't waned because of his disregard for me. Instead, it began simmering

like a pot of water, slowly reaching boiling point. I think I'm hopelessly in love...”

As someone who had been there, Claire was aware that Nicole was head-over-heels in love when she noticed the

listless look on the latter's face whenever Cayden was mentioned.

While she felt for Nicole, she had to set things right. “There's nothing wrong in liking someone, more so when

Cayden isn't married to Avery. However, if he is focused on and serious about her, we shouldn't interfere with their

relationship. You are my brilliant daughter, and we're way above interfering with other people's relationships.”

Initially, Claire wasn't too concerned about someone as inconsequential as Avery.

She figured that Nicole was far superior to Avery in terms of familial background, looks, and career, so she believed

that her daughter should be able to secure Cayden's affection.

However, it was apparent that she had underestimated Avery.

To Claire, Nicole was mature, kind, and knowledgeable. On the contrary, Avery was arrogant, stubborn, and of

lower birth, which made it impossible for her to marry into the Moore family.

Nicole closed her eyes to cover up the complex look in her gaze.

Cayden was the only decent surprise she had had in her life, but that surprise ended up becoming a blade that

drew blood while piercing through her heart and torturing her mind.

Nonetheless, she refused to let go.

She could give up everything except for Cayden.

It was almost New Year in the blink of an eye.

After the company employees had gone on holiday, Cayden fell ill, which was a rarity.

After all, he had overworked himself as of late.

He would hurry to the company early each morning and work overtime till late at night, spending almost every

waking hour at work.

Moreover, the arson that happened at Chartreuse Garden added more work to his already busy schedule, given the

need to bring the case to a satisfying close.

The verdict for the perpetrator, Jenna Doyle, would be passed after New Year.

He had promised Anthony that he would make sure that Jenna would be given capital punishment.

As a man of his word, he was determined to deliver the promise.

Thus, he had contacted a few higher-ups at the capital whom he knew. After private discussions over the phone

with them, he held a board meeting at the company to deal with changes in shareholding.

Then, he had two meetings over video calls with foreign collaborators to secure two projects that were worth

hundreds of millions.

The twins had a stomach ache in the afternoon and were in so much agony that their faces paled. He had no

choice but to send them to the hospital alongside Avery. It was already evening by the time their conditions

stabilized, and he was finally able to relax.

By that point, Cayden had already pushed himself past his limit, and his body could take no more. He ended up

having a fever due to him having overworked himself.

His nose had been blocked and his throat had been aching when he woke up early for work that day. Although he

felt that something was amiss, he assumed that he would be able to pull through and paid the symptoms no heed,

only for them to worsen by night.

There was a burning pain in his throat, while his body temperature cycled between that of a fever and a cold, giving

him an awful time.

Worse, his head was in so much pain that he felt like it was splitting in half. His body felt as if someone had poured

concrete into it, and it felt so heavy that he could hardly breathe.

All the while, Avery sat beside him after tucking him in bed, her eyes red at the sight of his flushed face. He had

always been strong, so she had never seen him so weak and vulnerable.

Having overworked himself, his body just couldn't take it anymore no matter how fit he was.

Avery retrieved the thermometer.

The high temperature indicated on it shook her so gravely that even her voice was trembling as she exclaimed,

“Thirty-nine-point-seven Celsius! You have such a high fever! Lie down. I already gave Yuvan a call, so he's on his

way.”

“I'm fine. It's just the flu, so don't worry.” Cayden turned out to be the one consoling Avery.

A fever seemed like nothing to him.

Avery furrowed her pretty brows before pouring him some hot water. Then, she wetted a towel with cold water in

the bathroom and folded it before gently placing it on his feverish forehead.

She figured she would lower his temperature like that for the time being.

Despite his drowsiness, he went along with it. The pain in his body seemed to have subsided as well as he took in

Avery's pleasant scent.

“Have some hot water, Cayden.” Avery lifted Cayden's body with all her might to have him lean against the

headboard.

Then, she supported him with her thin frame while slowly pouring the water into his parched throat.

“Easy. Careful not to choke on it.” Avery made sure to be tender, as if she were taking care of a child.

In his semi-conscious state, he thought her voice was like the song of angels, and her caring attitude gave him

much warmth.

Never had he, throughout his entire life, had someone care for him so meticulously. He thought himself fortunate to

have a girlfriend as considerate as Avery.