"You say, why did you have to hit him?" "Can't I just scold him? It's not like I can't out-argue him!" Elliana scolded Steve, who was sitting beside her with a bruised and swollen face. Although he was the one who started the fight, he didn't come out on top.
"Miss Novak? Wasn't I helping you vent your anger? Could you tolerate that?"
"Well... no matter what, you shouldn't hit someone!" "And you're calling me impulsive?" "Look at yourself, aren't you the impulsive one, and yet you still ended up losing the fight!" Elliana sat down beside him irritably.
"Nonsense! I was doing fine at first, but... I just ran out of energy at the end."
Mikayla and Cayden hurried back with cotton swabs, alcohol, and band-aids from a nearby pharmacy. Elliana took the bag, and despite her harsh words, she carefully cleaned Steve's wounds.
Seeing outsiders present, Steve blushed a little and nodded at Cayden and Mikayla, extending his hand, "Hello, I'm Steve, Elliana's manager."
He patted his pockets, "Ah! I forgot my business cards. Ouch! It hurts!" He grimaced, turning to Elliana.
Elliana smacked him on the back, "Bear with it! Didn't know it hurt when you were fighting, huh?"
Cayden chuckled and shook his hand, "Hello."
Marcus made a call to his lawyer, watching them coldly. When his gaze met Steve's, it seemed to detect a hint of smugness.
After the lawyer arrived and both sides completed their statements, they reached a private settlement and left.
Elliana lowered her head and apologized to Mikayla and Cayden, "I'm sorry for all the trouble tonight."
Mikayla patted her head, "It's okay, don't worry."
Cayden sighed, prompting Elliana to hastily add, "Elliana, don't scold me! My mom called, and I'll be going home tonight."
Steve honked twice from the car, "Elliana! Let's go!"
Elliana ran to the car, turning back to say goodbye, "I'm leaving! Mikayla, I'll visit you again next time!"
"Let us know when you get home."
"Okay."
By the time Mikayla sat in the front passenger seat, she was exhausted, leaning back in the chair, half-asleep.
The early summer night breeze carried away their anxiety, bringing a cool freshness. Cayden drove the car slowly into the night. He glanced at Mikayla beside him and silently rolled up the window slightly.
Mikayla frowned lightly, pressing the button to lower the window again. "It's stuffy."
They stopped at a red light, and Cayden took off his jacket and draped it over her. The cold, woody scent filled the air, wrapping around her.
Mikayla blushed, tilting her head to ask, "What are you doing?"
"Don't catch a cold. A lot of people have been getting sick lately."
Mikayla mumbled, "I'm not that delicate..."
Cayden turned to look at her, a hint of amusement in his dark eyes, drawing away her sleepiness.
"You kick off the blanket when you sleep."
The comment jolted Mikayla awake. She sat up straight, her back stiff, staring at him in surprise. Even though they had done more intimate things, in some ways, they still weren't that familiar with each other.
Not knowing how to respond, Mikayla pretended to look out the window, lowering it slightly again. The night wind brushed her flushed cheeks. She muttered an "Oh" and tried to play it cool.
However, the reality last night was that Cayden had felt a bit hot in the middle of the night. When he opened his eyes, he realized Mikayla had kicked her blanket onto his side. Cayden had smiled silently, patiently covering her up again before quietly pulling her into his arms.
Looking at Mikayla's peaceful sleeping face, his gaze unknowingly softened. He believed that this night would bring a good sleep.
