Cayden merely cast a cold glance at Cassius before placing the bag on the chair.
Cassius's lips curled into a smile as he looked at Cayden. He stood up and walked over to Cayden. "We meet again, Mr. Novak."
Cayden ignored him, his lips pressed into a thin line, exuding an aura of authority. Cassius suddenly chuckled. "I'm sure Mr. Novak knows that I met with Mikayla. I was just visiting our alma mater, so don't get the wrong idea."
"Mr. Oneill seems to enjoy pestering my wife," Cayden said, emphasizing the last two words.
Cassius shoved his hands into his pockets and let out a sarcastic laugh. "The unloved one is the third wheel. Mr. Novak, it's wise to let go."
Cayden's gaze turned icy as he looked at Mikayla, then fixed his stare on Cassius. "What makes you so sure she'll choose you?"
"Hmph, we'll see. But for now, it looks like you can't even take care of her properly."
With that, Cassius deliberately bumped Cayden's shoulder as he walked towards the door. Cayden's eyes darkened as he watched Cassius's tall figure disappear.
He turned to Mikayla, who remained silent, meeting his gaze. Cayden called a nurse to remove the IV needle, and Mikayla quietly pressed a cotton swab against the puncture site.
After a moment, she opened the plastic bag beside her and was surprised. "Why did you buy so much? One pack is enough."
The bag contained multiple packs of day-use, night-use, and pantyliners, along with a box of ibuprofen on top.
"You'll need them eventually. Just keep them at home."
Mikayla nodded. "Okay."
Back home, Mikayla weakly lied on the bed, the medicine not yet taking full effect, and her abdomen ached. Cayden brought a hot water bottle and placed it gently on her stomach, rubbing it slowly.
"Cayden!"
"What?"
"Thank you," she whispered.
Cayden's lips curved into a faint smile. He pretended to sigh. "You need to take care of yourself even when I'm not around."
"Okay, I know." Mikayla turned to look at him. Beneath his defined lashes, his eyes were as dark as ink. After a moment of hesitation, she asked, "Can I take a day off tomorrow?"
"I already informed Zion. You can rest at home tomorrow."
The two of them cuddled together, Mikayla reveling in his warm embrace. The soft yellow light from above bathed them, creating a cozy picture.
Mikayla slowly closed her eyes, and Cayden's fingers gently brushed her nose.
"Mikayla, do you like me now?"
Cayden's question startled Mikayla awake. She turned, her dewy eyes meeting his gentle gaze.
"Uh... a little, I guess."
Cayden's love was like water, seeping into every moment of her life. By the time Mikayla noticed, she was already enveloped in it, unable to pull away.
Cayden smiled. "Can you like me a little more, let me take up more space in your heart?"
Mikayla gazed at him. "Do you really like me that much?"
He leaned in and kissed her pale cheek. "Yes, very much. So, when that day comes, will you choose me?"
"I'll wait for you."
Her heart felt as if he had poured honey over it, sweet but mingled with a hint of bitterness. How could she have feelings for two people at once? Mikayla silent, unsure of how to respond.
Cayden wasn't upset. He turned off the light and whispered in her ear, "Alright, sleep now."
Moonlight streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a glow on the floor. The two of them slept soundly, with the man holding her tightly. Unbeknownst to Mikayla, her phone on the bedside table flashed several times, signaling messages from someone destined to wait in vain for her response.
