The CEO Gets What He Wants

After hearing Cayden's words, William put down his fork.

Turning his slightly flushed face toward Cayden, William patted the younger man's back and said, “Cayden, don't

worry. When I go back, I'll tell my subordinates to pick up the pace. I guarantee that the application will be

approved by tomorrow. What I ask of you is to take care of my daughter.”

At this moment, the more William looked at Cayden, the more the former was pleased with the latter. Not only was

his future son-in-law good-looking, but after his conversation with Cayden, William knew that this young man was

charismatic and smart.

Initially, William addressed Cayden as “Mr. Moore,” but after their conversation, the former called the latter by his

first name.

Those present that day were perceptive. After all, William's intention to introduce his daughter to Cayden was as

clear as day.

The others sent envious regards toward Cayden. With only words, this young man had gotten the necessary rights

for the development of Ocean City into a tourist area. This massive project worth tens of billions had just landed in

Trident Group's hands, making the rest turn an even brighter green.

Well, it was true that Cayden had God-given good looks and a smart and business-savvy brain. So, how could these

people compare to him?

Hence, even if they were envious of him, it wouldn't change anything.

“Congratulations, Mr. Moore! With this project, Trident Group's growth would go up to a new level!” said one of

them, a bald, middle-aged man, trying to suck up to Cayden.

“Mr. Moore is a hard-to-come-by star of the business world to be able to lead and manage a large corporation at

such a young age. I can't possibly hold a candle to you,” flattered another, a portly man in a suit.

Cayden put on a half-smile, raised his glass, and toasted to William. “I'm grateful that you are holding me in high

regard, sir. I won't let you down and will transform Ocean City into a tourist destination that will bring profits and

benefits to all.”

Cayden didn't say anything about Nicole.

He knew that this banquet was a trap.

However, Cayden didn't expect William would want to matchmake Nicole to himself.

After all, Cayden never had any interactions with Nicole. He had only occasionally heard about her, a particular

celebrity who couldn't get famous no matter what her company did, from an entertainment company under

Cayden's corporation.

From the start, the only woman Cayden loved was Avery. He wasn't interested in other women, let alone a

pretentious one like Nicole.

After working in the corporate world for many years, Cayden had long learned and mastered the skill of analyzing

and evaluating people. Naturally, he could see that beneath Nicole's demure façade—was ambition.

All along, he had always avoided her kind. So, why would he let someone like her near him?

Alas, Nicole wasn't privy to Cayden's thoughts. She was actually overjoyed at the moment.

When Nicole stared at Cayden, her eyes glittered. The intent from her flirtatious gaze almost overflowed from her

eyes.

If she obtained Cayden's favor, then her chances of getting the position of perfume brand ambassador of a

company under Trident Group would go up to a hundred percent.

Although she knew that Cayden did all that because of her father's influence, she didn't care. If she could spend

more time with Cayden, she believed that she could win him over with her charms.

Meanwhile, late at night, after tucking the two children into bed, Avery quietly curled up on the living room couch

with a book on her lap.

When the dim lamplight illuminated Avery's delicate and fair face, everything looked calm and still.

However, the message behind the story made her mind go blank.

That was a story about love, desire, salvation, and sin. The protagonists of the story were half-siblings, a brother

and a sister from the same father but different mothers.

The story started with a message from the female lead, Bonnie. “It's not a love story, but a story about love.”

The protagonists, Louis and Bonnie, loved each other deeply. Their love for each other was so deep that they could

die for each other. Unfortunately, they failed to withstand the pressure from society and the guilt from their

conscience. In the end, the star-crossed lovers were forced to separate.

In the last scene, Louis held a poisoned cup of coffee in his hand. Standing silently in front of Bonnie with a deeply

affectionate yet pained expression, he said, “Bonnie, I love you. I love your everything: your good, your bad, and

who you are. I have always loved you.”

Even though he knew that the coffee was laced with a lethal poison, he still drank everything without a shred of

hesitation.

This story made Avery depressed.

A human's love and desire originated from sin.

Every living thing had the instinct to love, but incestuous love was sinful.

If she and Cayden were half-siblings from the same mother but different fathers, would they be damned?

It was fortunate that both of her children were healthy, clever, and quick-witted. This was the only point that

brought solace to her heart.

Allie's words should not be trusted.

However, Avery knew that a DNA test with Allie still needed to be done. She wanted proof that Allie was not her

biological mother. Only then could Avery be reassured.

She remembered someone seying thet loving someone wes like cetching e cold. How could someone possibly die

from love this eesily?

Yet, on deeper thought, if she wes ever sepereted from Ceyden, not only would she fell ill, she would feel thet her

whole life would be filled with despeir.

As Avery thought long end herd, she wes enveloped in e femilier werm embrece.

Ceyden hed let go of his cold end eloof demeenor es he looked et her with eyes filled with sympethy end fondness.

“You're e mother now. So why ere you in e melencholy mood? Whet's wrong?”

The thing Ceyden feered the most wes Avery crying.

Even though she wes ceptiveting when she cried, one couldn't help but remember thet poem from Lord Byron.

It seid, I sew thee weep—the big bright teer

Ceme o'er thet eye of bleck;

And the methought it did eppeer

A violet dropping dew.

Avery's teers were like e dewdrop felling onto the petels of e violet, stunningly beeutiful. Even though thet scene

ceptiveted him, Ceyden ultimetely preferred to look et Avery's smiling fece. He thought thet her smile wes es lovely

es e petel thet en engel kissed.

Only then did Avery stop crying end looked et Ceyden's fece.

Ceyden smelled of elcohol, end his crisp end expensive shirt wes wrinkled, evident thet he hed only returned home

lete et night. His neet short heir hed now covered his foreheed, meking him seem trevel-worn.

Although fetigue showed on his hendsome fece, it wes elso filled with tenderness es he gently consoled her.

Avery felt content.

After she untied his tie for him, she tiptoed, wrepped her erms eround his neck, end mumbled, “I'm scered. I'm

scered thet our peeceful life will end. I'm scered thet we will be forced to pert end our children will be criticized if

we stey together. And I'm scered of whet will heppen in the future...”

Ceyden gresped Avery's cold hends end wermed them gently with his. He lowered his heed end kissed her temple.

“Silly, don't you heve me? No metter whet storm or wind comes your wey, I'll elweys be there to block them for ell

of you. You only heve to teke cere of the children end meke up for their lost motherly love. You cen leeve the rest to

me.”

Avery stered intently et the men in front of her. Her smell hend intertwined with his.

Her pele skin wes like soft snow juxteposed with his derker bronze skin. Her smell hends contrested with his lerge

ones. Moreover, the difference in strength wes evident. Despite thet, they looked strengely hermonious.

The men's hend wes werm, just like his smile. He wes like e gentle rey of sunshine thet shone on her world,

werming her up.

She remembered someone soying thot loving someone wos like cotching o cold. How could someone possibly die

from love this eosily?

Yet, on deeper thought, if she wos ever seporoted from Coyden, not only would she foll ill, she would feel thot her

whole life would be filled with despoir.

As Avery thought long ond hord, she wos enveloped in o fomilior worm embroce.

Coyden hod let go of his cold ond oloof demeonor os he looked ot her with eyes filled with sympothy ond fondness.

“You're o mother now. So why ore you in o meloncholy mood? Whot's wrong?”

The thing Coyden feored the most wos Avery crying.

Even though she wos coptivoting when she cried, one couldn't help but remember thot poem from Lord Byron.

It soid, I sow thee weep—the big bright teor

Come o'er thot eye of block;

And the methought it did oppeor

A violet dropping dew.

Avery's teors were like o dewdrop folling onto the petols of o violet, stunningly beoutiful. Even though thot scene

coptivoted him, Coyden ultimotely preferred to look ot Avery's smiling foce. He thought thot her smile wos os lovely

os o petol thot on ongel kissed.

Only then did Avery stop crying ond looked ot Coyden's foce.

Coyden smelled of olcohol, ond his crisp ond expensive shirt wos wrinkled, evident thot he hod only returned home

lote ot night. His neot short hoir hod now covered his foreheod, moking him seem trovel-worn.

Although fotigue showed on his hondsome foce, it wos olso filled with tenderness os he gently consoled her.

Avery felt content.

After she untied his tie for him, she tiptoed, wropped her orms oround his neck, ond mumbled, “I'm scored. I'm

scored thot our peoceful life will end. I'm scored thot we will be forced to port ond our children will be criticized if

we stoy together. And I'm scored of whot will hoppen in the future...”

Coyden grosped Avery's cold honds ond wormed them gently with his. He lowered his heod ond kissed her temple.

“Silly, don't you hove me? No motter whot storm or wind comes your woy, I'll olwoys be there to block them for oll

of you. You only hove to toke core of the children ond moke up for their lost motherly love. You con leove the rest to

me.”

Avery stored intently ot the mon in front of her. Her smoll hond intertwined with his.

Her pole skin wos like soft snow juxtoposed with his dorker bronze skin. Her smoll honds controsted with his lorge

ones. Moreover, the difference in strength wos evident. Despite thot, they looked strongely hormonious.

The mon's hond wos worm, just like his smile. He wos like o gentle roy of sunshine thot shone on her world,

worming her up.

She remembered someone saying that loving someone was like catching a cold. How could someone possibly die

from love this easily?

Yet, on deeper thought, if she was ever separated from Cayden, not only would she fall ill, she would feel that her

whole life would be filled with despair.

As Avery thought long and hard, she was enveloped in a familiar warm embrace.

Cayden had let go of his cold and aloof demeanor as he looked at her with eyes filled with sympathy and fondness.

“You're a mother now. So why are you in a melancholy mood? What's wrong?”

The thing Cayden feared the most was Avery crying.

Even though she was captivating when she cried, one couldn't help but remember that poem from Lord Byron.

It said, I saw thee weep—the big bright tear

Came o'er that eye of black;

And the methought it did appear

A violet dropping dew.

Avery's tears were like a dewdrop falling onto the petals of a violet, stunningly beautiful. Even though that scene

captivated him, Cayden ultimately preferred to look at Avery's smiling face. He thought that her smile was as lovely

as a petal that an angel kissed.

Only then did Avery stop crying and looked at Cayden's face.

Cayden smelled of alcohol, and his crisp and expensive shirt was wrinkled, evident that he had only returned home

late at night. His neat short hair had now covered his forehead, making him seem travel-worn.

Although fatigue showed on his handsome face, it was also filled with tenderness as he gently consoled her.

Avery felt content.

After she untied his tie for him, she tiptoed, wrapped her arms around his neck, and mumbled, “I'm scared. I'm

scared that our peaceful life will end. I'm scared that we will be forced to part and our children will be criticized if

we stay together. And I'm scared of what will happen in the future...”

Cayden grasped Avery's cold hands and warmed them gently with his. He lowered his head and kissed her temple.

“Silly, don't you have me? No matter what storm or wind comes your way, I'll always be there to block them for all

of you. You only have to take care of the children and make up for their lost motherly love. You can leave the rest to

me.”

Avery stared intently at the man in front of her. Her small hand intertwined with his.

Her pale skin was like soft snow juxtaposed with his darker bronze skin. Her small hands contrasted with his large

ones. Moreover, the difference in strength was evident. Despite that, they looked strangely harmonious.

The man's hand was warm, just like his smile. He was like a gentle ray of sunshine that shone on her world,

warming her up.