Chapter 357

Gerry leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees, and pulled out his phone. "What's Alicia been up to lately? Cooking can be exhausting. I should send her something to show my appreciation."

Caden was momentarily speechless. Gerry's words felt like an accusation of neglecting Alicia. "Sure, ask her what she enjoys," Caden replied steadily. If Gerry got an answer, Caden resolved to send her a gift first.

Gerry dialed Alicia's number, but she didn't answer. "She's not picking up," he remarked.

"She's been a bit down lately," Caden explained. "You might need to call a few more times and say something nice."

"What's troubling her?" Gerry asked. "She usually has such a good temper. What kind of jerk would upset her so much she won't even answer her phone?"

Caden was at a loss for words, finding himself scolded without a response. His jaw tightened, but he lowered his gaze, pretending to focus on the documents before him. "It's nothing," he muttered, a hint of irritation in his voice. "Sometimes people need space when they're upset. No need for explanations—just do as I say."

Gerry complied, calling again, but still no answer. "Wouldn't it be rude to keep calling? She's serious this time, I can feel it," Gerry grumbled, reluctant to get involved, especially during dinner.

Impatience flickered across Caden's face, though he didn't look up. "Call her again," he ordered. "And if she still doesn't answer, go to her office and bring her back."

Gerry was speechless, his brows arched in disbelief. Something seemed off about Caden. He moved closer to the desk, scrutinizing him. "Caden, are you feeling alright? You seem… different."

Caden remained expressionless, his eyes fixed on the papers. "What makes you say that?"

Gerry pointed to the stack of documents. "Because you've signed Alicia's name instead of yours."

Caden's head snapped up, his eyes narrowing as he inspected the paperwork. Alicia's name was scribbled across every page. A silent realization washed over him, and with a weary sigh, he flipped through more documents. Alicia. Alicia. Alicia. Every single one bore her name.

Gerry's grin widened. "If that isn't being completely smitten, I don't know what is. I was wondering why you wouldn't look at me earlier. I thought maybe I was looking too handsome today, but now I see—you're distracted."

Caden stayed quiet, irritation flaring as he snapped his pen shut with a sharp click. "Just make the call, Gerry." He was more concerned about seeing Alicia that night.

But Gerry was already ahead of him, grabbing Caden's phone. "I've tried several times with mine, and she's ignoring me. She'll definitely answer if you call." Before Caden could stop him, Gerry walked to the side, phone in hand. Caden couldn't stop him, though a small part of him hoped Gerry was right.