The CEO Gets What He Wants

Avery thought that Rory would like the SpongeBob-patterned wrapping paper.

Hence, she kept away the other papers and took the one with the SpongeBob pattern before rising to

leave.

“Ah!”

As she was preoccupied with the thoughts of how she was going to wrap the book to make the best

use of the SpongeBob print, she had forgotten that a certain man was by her side.

Avery had a brooch on her shirt, and it was stuck on the man's belt.

“I-I'm sorry! I...” Embarrassment crashed into Avery like a tidal wave as she looked at the two items that

were stuck with each other.

The man lowered his head to study her, but she could not decipher what was going on in his mind

when she looked into his eyes.

“I'll get them unstuck right away...” Avery hastily grabbed the man's belt.

It was the first time in her life holding onto a man's belt.

That night five years ago, Avery had not touched anything that belonged to the man. Moreover, she

had not done such a thing with Zayne despite their many years of relationship.

Avery had no idea why, but strange things kept happening whenever she was around Cayden.

It was as if they were fated to be.

The brooch she had on was of a complicated design—it had jagged edges, and one of the branches

was stuck in the man's belt buckle. Unfortunately, it was no easy feat to get it out.

The more anxious Avery was, the more challenging her task became. In fact, the air around her was

starting to get hotter with every passing second.

“How long more before you're done with it?” the man asked.

Avery lifted her head to look at him.

Cayden was tall, and he was wearing a pair of black slacks that day. He usually had two of the buttons

of his white shirt undone, but as he had been looking at drafts in his office the entire time, he had

unbuttoned three instead. Thus, she could vaguely see the outline of his chest muscles from the gap.

If not for the warmth of his body, others would have thought that a man like him, who had an almost-

flawless figure, was a sculpture made by a master sculptor.

“I-I don't want my brooch anymore,” Avery muttered, not daring to look at him in his eyes. “I want to get

it unstuck, but I'm scared that I'll scratch your belt in the process.”

When Avery was studying abroad, she and her friends had educated themselves a little about major

brands.

That was how she knew that the belt the man was wearing was something expensive.

As a matter of fact, it was so pricey to the point she would not be able to afford to compensate him if

she were to scratch it.

“Scratching my belt is far better than having you clinging to me in this position.” Cayden's head

remained low as he looked at the foolish woman fidgeting with his belt but failing to unstuck the brooch.

It was evening. The golden rays of the sun were a veil of blanket on the man, adding a sense of

surrealism to the man's beauty.

Upon hearing his words, Avery lowered her head and pursed her lips before returning to her task.

Cayden continued to watch her from above like a king.

Over time, Avery became impatient because of her constant failures. Her soft lips parted, and her warm

breaths tickled the man's tense stomach. Something was slowly filling up in his body.

Finally, with a click, the brooch and the belt buckle were separated.

Avery was delighted. A smile spread across her rosy face as she rose to her feet with the broken

brooch in her hands.

Wait... there's something strange.

Instinctively, she lowered her head.

All she needed was a glance before she leaped backward in fright. A shudder wracked her body, and

when she raised her head to look at the man again, fear and anxiety filled her eyes.

The man of a hundred and eighty-nine centimeters was standing straight with a solemn look on his

face. At that moment, it was as if he was a teacher looking at a student who had made a mistake.

When Avery met his dark eyes, her throat went dry. There was nothing she could do but apologize.

“Sorry, Mr. Moore! I'm going to keep wrapping the book.”

With that, Avery picked up the SpongeBob-patterned wrapping paper and wrapped the book.

She was tense from that moment until when she finally finished wrapping the book and left.

Every second felt like a century. The man's status, appearance, and demeanor felt as if they were

warning her to stay away from him.

It took Avery a long time to recollect herself after she went downstairs.

There and then, she decided to stay away from that man on the top floor who always brought unwanted

surprises to her life from now on.

As it took Avery quite a while to wrap the book, she ended up with tons of work left to do.

One thing good about being busy was that she could forget about the embarrassing moment at the

CEO's office.

“Come for dinner at my place. My brother will be coming to pick us up,” said Nina, leaning toward

Avery's ear as she held onto a stack of documents.

Avery glanced at her and inclined her head.

Right then, Nina's eyes flitted toward the brooch on Avery's chest.

“Why is it broken?” Nina asked, shocked.

Although the brooch was no luxury item, it was something Avery had cherished since high school.

Nina did not know who had given Avery that old-fashioned brooch, but she had been friends with Avery

since tenth grade. Nina always visited Avery's place, and she knew that Avery had a special box with

that brooch as the only thing inside.

Avery lowered her head to look at the broken brooch. She lied, “I met a child earlier. When I was

crouching to talk to him, he grabbed onto the brooch and refused to let go, so...”

“Kids are annoying.” Nina was sure that Avery was upset. After all, the brooch was something she had

cherished for years, but it was now out of shape.

Shaking her head, she then returned to her workstation.

Meanwhile, Avery lifted her hand in a daze to gently hold the broken brooch.

After what seemed like eons, working hours were finally over.

Zayne had an off day—something the company had given to its staff as compensation for the business

trip—so he had gone to purchase a car. After hastily dealing with the necessary procedures, he drove

the car out.

“I'm sorry!” Zayne apologized to Avery as he opened the door and stared at her intently.

Nina had driven to work today, so she had left before Avery did.

After Avery got into Zayne's car, they headed toward the Richter residence.

Zayne's attention was on the road the entire trip there. His brows were furrowed, and it seemed that he

was deep in his thoughts. Similarly, Avery was quiet as she looked out the window at the streets.

Soon, their car entered the residential area.

The Richter couple—Nina's parents—came down to receive Avery.

“Mr. Richter, Mrs. Richter, why did you come down?” Avery felt bad.

Isabella Walker, Nina's mother, held Avery's hands and patted them. “I miss you!”

“Mom! You're way cheesier with Ery than me and my brother with her,” Nina teased.

Zayne was walking behind the group, and one of his hands was in his pocket.

There was a fine black velvet jewelry box held tightly in his hand. To Zayne, the result of a proposal

was like the result of a coin toss; he could never predict what the answer could be.

Perhaps other couples did not function like this, but that was how things were with him and Avery.

He could not help but feel uneasy.