Alicia didn’t realize she had exposed too much. She had intended to provoke Caden by showing him the book, aware of his disdain for duplicitous people. During his school years, Caden had been incredibly popular, attracting many admirers and inevitably creating rivalries.

Groups of girls would often gather around him, their laughter and chatter like birdsong. Known for his quick temper, Caden was unreserved in his criticisms, and manipulative individuals were usually the first to feel his wrath. His sharp remarks made others wary of approaching him flirtatiously or overtly.

Caden turned away dismissively. “I have no interest in such trashy reading material.”

Alicia, settling back into her seat with a smile, teased him, “It seemed like you were interested. Perhaps you’ve developed a taste for deceitful types now?”

In a measured tone, Caden responded, “And whom might you be attempting to charm with these tactics?”

Alicia shot back, “Definitely not you.”

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“Good, that’s just what I wanted to hear,” he replied, his expression unreadable.

What a jerk!

As they neared the Yates Mansion, Alicia took the opportunity to engage in some quick reading. The author’s skill was apparent, presenting the material clearly and highlighting key points. During the brief drive, Alicia absorbed a great deal of information.

Upon reaching the mansion, she noticed the crowded driveway and expressed surprise.

“Why are there so many cars here?” Her curiosity piqued, she asked, “Is there a special event at the mansion today?”

Caden, ever detached, answered, “Jerald was discharged today. He came home this morning, and many relatives have come to visit.”

This caught Alicia off guard. She had known from Joshua that Jerald was recovering at the mansion but hadn’t realized it was happening today.

The gates stood open, welcoming a stream of guests bearing extravagant gifts, with tables piled high with packages.

Alicia glanced at the two books in her bag, pondering her next move.

Caden shut the car door behind them, his expression unreadable—neither welcoming nor dismissive.

Alicia approached Caden quietly. “I wasn’t aware your father was being discharged today, so I didn’t bring any gifts. Did you manage to bring something?”

Above them, leaves rustled, casting dappled shadows across Alicia’s face, highlighting her features in a soft and unique way.

“I did,” Caden confirmed.

Alicia felt a sense of reassurance. Caden, always proud and generous, seemed to have brought an abundance of gifts.

Before she could voice her thoughts, Caden anticipated her needs. “Would you like me to lend you a couple of boxes to save face?”

Alicia laughed softly, appreciating his insight. “It’s clear why you’re Mr. Ward. You understand everything.”

Caden smiled faintly. “I might help, but my favors aren’t free.”

Alicia straightened, reaching for her phone.

Caden quickly interjected, “It’s not money I’m interested in.”

If not money, then it must be something else. Caden seemed poised to make an unwelcome request. Alicia prepared herself, determined to endure embarrassment rather than comply.

As she was about to enter the mansion, Caden spoke up.

“I’m only asking for a few words.”

Alicia stopped, wary. “Are you being generous?”

“Sometimes,” he replied casually.

“What exactly do you want me to say?” Alicia inquired.

Caden gave her a pointed look. “Miss Bennett, with your eloquence, can’t you offer a kind word when seeking a favor?”

Alicia paused, momentarily taken aback. Was that all?

After a brief hesitation, she smiled. “Thank you for your assistance today, Mr. Ward. I owe you a meal sometime.”

Caden responded with a nonchalant gesture, rolling up his sleeves. “That’ll suffice.”

Relieved, Alicia turned toward the trunk. “Where are you headed?” Caden inquired.

“I’m going to fetch the gifts.”

“They’re not in the car. I have them with me,” he informed her.

Confused, Alicia looked at him. “You have them with you?”

“Yes, I came with goodwill,” Caden asserted.

Speechless, Alicia followed him, her expression turning sour. “You tricked me!”

Caden’s tone remained relaxed. “Isn’t goodwill itself a gift?”

“You were just playing with me,” Alicia retorted.

Caden continued ahead with long strides.

Alicia quickened her pace to keep up. She may not have brought any gifts, but she hoped they could share the embarrassment—especially if Caden had nothing as well. However, his long strides meant she had to jog to stay beside him.

Frustrated, she called out, “Caden, slow down!”

Caden reached the main doors, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on Joshua, who was busy with guests. He halted suddenly.

Alicia, caught off guard by his abrupt stop, collided with his back.

His solid build sent a jolt through her, and she felt a sharp throb in her forehead.

Clutching her head, she groaned in pain.

Caden glanced over his shoulder at her exaggerated response. “Really? So dramatic? Seems like ‘The Trick of Manipulators’ was quite fitting.”

Alicia snapped back, “What nonsense! I’m actually hurt.”

Caden quipped, “Even that response was perfect.”

Absurd.

Just then, a deep voice interrupted. “Alicia.”

Regaining her composure, Alicia turned to see Joshua approaching.