A week had passed. Mikayla had been working overtime for a few days to coordinate some materials at the company. Today, she finally got off work on time and suddenly received a message from Cayden saying he was coming to pick her up.
"Off work yet? I'm in the parking lot."
The big boss coming to pick her up from work made Mikayla feel flattered, but then she remembered he was also her lawful husband. She needed some time to adjust to this identity shift.
"You're back?"
"Yeah."
Her days of enjoying the freedom of living alone in her new home had come to an end too soon. Mikayla pursed her lips but didn't want to keep him waiting, so she quickly headed to the parking lot.
"Mikayla Mclean." Her thoughts were abruptly pulled back. Mikayla put down her fork and looked at her unfamiliar husband. She felt that Cayden's speech carried an inherent authority, and hearing him call her full name made her feel like she was back in school, being called out by the teacher for daydreaming.
"I asked, are you getting used to living here? Do you need anything more for Orange?"
Mikayla shook her head, "No need, I've bought everything I need online."
"Okay."
After the conversation ended, they continued eating in silence. At that moment, Mikayla really missed her dinner-time TV shows, while Cayden's attention was entirely on Orange. Seeing a few cat hairs stuck to his pants, he sighed inwardly.
As night fell, Mikayla was lying enthusiastically on the bed in the guest bedroom, playing games with her best friend. "Knock, knock, knock," someone suddenly knocked on the slightly open door.
Although it was home, the unfamiliar relationship made Mikayla very uncomfortable. She feared having no personal space at all, so she told Cayden that she wanted to stay in the empty guest bedroom.
She put down her phone and reluctantly said to her friend, "Linda, wait a second."
Mikayla opened the door. Cayden, wearing black long-sleeved pajamas, stood there, with Orange darting past him into the room.
"Do we have a lint roller at home?" Mikayla noticed his clothes were covered in quite a bit of cat hair, which was more noticeable against the black fabric.
"There's one in the bedroom, hold on." Mikayla planned to find a new one for him. She hurried to the master bedroom, and just as she was rummaging through the drawers, her friend Linda's loud voice came through the phone, "Mikayla, where are you! I'm about to get killed! Help me! Help me!"
Mikayla was so embarrassed, he wanted to disappear into thin air. Finally, she found an unopened one in the storage cabinet and handed it to him, feeling guilty.
"Thanks." Cayden took it and added, "You can play in the master bedroom, I don't mind."
Mikayla stared at him blankly, "I'm afraid of disturbing you."
"It's fine. I usually work in the study. You can come over to sleep later." He glanced meaningfully at her lit phone.
"Uh... okay." After sending off this imposing figure, Mikayla returned to her bed.
"Wow! Was that your husband just now?" Linda's voice nearly scared Mikayla out of her skin.
"Yes, and keep your voice down!"
"He's the president of W Group? Cayden?"
Before Mikayla could answer, Linda excitedly continued, "Mikayla, you promised me, remember? You said after you get divorced and get rich, we'd travel the world, buy a big villa and luxury cars. Don't forget your old friend when you're rich!"
"Shut up!" As they bickered, they started another round of the game. Cayden didn't go far; he stood behind the door, silently listening to their entire conversation.
Tsk, this is going to be tough. It seemed Mikayla didn't like him from the start.
As night fell, the neon lights outside poured out the city's hustle and bustle.
Cayden gently rubbed the ring on his ring finger.
It's okay, Mikayla. We have a long way to go.
