When Love Turns to Ashes (Beatrice and Caden)

Chapter 174 Who Goes First?

Beatrice hesitated for a moment, and when she thought about closing the door, Caden had already entered.

to sleep." no place for you Was there Hearing the sound of the door closing, she snapped back and blocked Caden.

a regular double room, I lived in "It wasn't the first time they slept together."

arm

aside and walked into the

room.

a blanket. Caden absentmindedly moved Beatrice's Beatrice's cheeks grew hot, and she suddenly remembered that her clothes were still scattered on

over and haphazardly covered them with the bed. She quickly ran She pressed on the blanket and pointed around, saying, "Uncle Caden, you see, the standard room is quite simple. You better go back, your honey is waiting for you." "My honey? You were considerate."

Caden leaned against the TV cabinet, with his hands in his pockets, speaking in a neutral tone. Beatrice clutched the blanket beneath her, raising her hand to point towards the door, saying, Uncle Caden, please leave and don't bother to see me off." The atmosphere in the room stagnated for a moment, and the next second, the end of the bed sank, emitting a hissing friction sound.

Beatrice looked up, a scorching breath hit her face.

as he slightly bent forward. pressed against the mattress as he slightly The man's knees were pressed against the mattress When Beatrice tried to dodge by supporting her body, it was already too late. Her hands were held and pressed against her ears. His face was within reach, and she carefully dodged, but he was like the best hunter, always able to anticipate her movements and gradually approach her.

Finally, Beatrice had no choice but to look at him.

The warm light of the bedside lamp poured down, and the man's eyes were as deep as ink, unable to be illuminated even a bit.

After seeing the red mark on her wrist, the man's grip on her hand loosened slightly. wash first... or shall I wash first?" Caden restrained his voice.

'Shall

you

Beatrice was stunned and it took her a few seconds to understand what he meant. In the panic, she saw Caden's knees that he hadn't hidden well.

Monica bought her a sheer dress, and when she wore it, it looked like she wasn't wearing anything.

It really looked like not wearing anything because it was just a layer of soft gauze. Caden noticed Beatrice's gaze, he lowered his head and glanced, his expression changed slightly.

her to sit up. He closed his eyes and then released his support, allowing her.

"I will wash first."

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Beatrice didn't come to her senses until she heard the sound of rushing water.

What did he want to do in the end?

Without thinking, she quickly stuffed the clothes on the bed into the suitcase. Then he sat at the end of the bed, feeling a bit at a loss.

In the bathroom.

While Caden was buttoning his shirt, a text message from Keith popped up on his phone.

"Someone went."

It was the night market where Beatrice got lost.

Caden closed his phone, took off his clothes, and stood under the shower. He leaned against the wall with one hand, allowing the warm water to wash over his entire body. Outside the door.

Beatrice felt a little uneasy for no apparent reason.

At this moment, the bathroom door was slightly opened, and hot steam rushed out, creating at foggy atmosphere inside.

The man's deep voice came out, Beatrice, give me the robe in the cabinet."

Beatrice hesitated for a few seconds and turned her back, saying, "You can take it yourself."

"Don't wear it, or you give it to me."

Caden's tone was not one of choice, but of indisputability.

Beatrice didn't move.

Suddenly, the bathroom door behind me was pulled open.

Even though there was a distance of one bed between them, she could feel the heat rushing towards her back in waves, as if he was getting closer and closer to her. "I got it!"

Beatrice quickly got up and opened the cabinet, took out a bathrobe, and handed it to the bathroom door.

Caden reached out his hand through the crack of the door, but instead of grabbing the bathrobe, he caught hold of her hand and pulled her into the bathroom. With a click, the door locked.

Beatrice was startled and before she could react, her body was pushed under the shower.

She took a deep breath and choked on the warm water. By the time she recovered, Caden was already standing in front of her.

Warm water fell on the man's broad shoulders, splashing water droplets and covering his entire body with a layer of mist.

His slightly disheveled hair was dripping with water, and there were droplets hanging from his eyelashes. He merely squinted his eyes, and his pitch-black pupils became even more menacing. The well-defined abdominal muscles, even the flowing water becomes winding, and then... disappears. The towel on the body seemed somewhat conspicuous.

Beatrice instinctively stepped back, but there was no way back.

The slightly cool palm passed through the water flow and pressed against the man's chest. The palm felt as if it had been burned, and when I tried to pull my hand back, he held onto it. "Why is it so cold?"

"The air conditioner outside seems to be a little broken," Beatrice said casually.

The room was arranged by Madelynn, and as soon as she entered during the day, she noticed something was wrong.

The air conditioner was cold and hot intermittently in the shade.

I called the front desk and said there were no vacant rooms available. I only offered a two hundred dollar voucher.

Burlington was colder than Chicago, so she had to sleep wrapped in a coat even without air conditioning,

Who would believe that Madelynn didn't do it on purpose?

But Beatrice was too lazy to speak, anyway, even if she said it, Caden wouldn't believe it.

She struggled to pull her hand back, but Caden tightened his grip even more, pulling her hand into the warm stream of water. "Are you feeling better?"

Beatrice felt a bit uncomfortable, but his grip was really strong, and she couldn't struggle free at

all.

She curled her fingers and said, "I'm not cold, let go."

Caden ignored her and adjusted the water temperature higher, his thick black eyelashes drooping. "What are you afraid of?"

Beatrice's face flushed slightly, wasn't it obvious what she was afraid of?

The air was filled with moisture, and the man's gaze was deep and melancholic. His damp fingers. brushed against the water droplets on her face as he softly uttered a few words, "I really wonder, can you resist me?" Beatrice choked, unable to speak for a while, no matter how hard she tried to hide her confusion. in her eyes.

Suddenly, there seemed to

be some noise coming from outside.

from outside the door.

"It seemed like there was a sound..."

Before the words were finished, Caden silenced Beatrice's lips.

In the mist, hazy and unclear, there were only two figures entangled.

The person

who quietly entered the room from outside, looked around, and quickly left the room after hearing the sound coming from the bathroom.

He immediately dialed the phone in an uninhabited place.

"Mr. Caden never left the room, she was with another man.

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When Beatrice walked out of the bathroom, the shivered from the cold

It seems like the air conditioner broke again.

The damp clothes stuck to the body, feeling like they would freeze into ice in the next second.

Caden behind her reached

and pulled her back into the bathroom.

"Blow dry your hair before going out. I go and get your clothes for you."

"You let go Bastard" Beatrice shook off his hand.

"The bastard wouldn't stop, and you scratched him, leaving three blood marks."

Caden pointed to the spot on his back.

Beatrice was filled with indignation but unable to retort. She could only turn around and grab a dry towel to dry her hair.

In no time, Caden brought in a set of clothes and placed them on the shelf. He glanced at her back and didn't say much before turning around and leaving

Beatrice simply took off her wet clothes and

wet clothes and took a thorough hot shower.

When she finished taking a shower, the air conditioner had completely stopped working, and the room was even colder than before.

Beatrice glanced at Caden, who was half lying on the bed, and turned to walk towards the single

sofa.

I slept... Ah!"

Beatrice was grabbed around the waist by Caden and pulled onto the bed, where he gently flipped her over and pinned her down tightly.

"So many words, aren't you tired? If you're not tired, you can do something elsE