Caiden Ward squinted his eyes at her, a mixture of invitation and undisguised flames in his gaze, unabashed.
"President Ward...
The woman was taken aback, quickly understood, gave a light laugh, and went silent.
Caiden Ward frowned, letting out a muffled grunt.
There was a slight change in the tone of his shallow breaths.
The temperature in the room slowly began to rise.
Midnight.
Caiden Ward leaned against the headboard, exhaling smoke.
The woman lay beside him looking at him with a weary expression, only to feel infatuated. After a while, she chuckled softly and said, "Why are you in such a good mood today?"
Caiden Ward glanced down at her, smiled, and said nothing.
The woman didn't mind, her eyes circling over him, finally landing on the hand holding a cigarette.
She was taken aback, pursing her lips as she cautiously asked, "What happened to your fingers?"
Caiden Ward merely gave a careless smile, "It's nothing."
Clearly, something was wrong!
