Caden did not want to ask for help, but he had already panicked.
Love was not something that someone can obtain by force.
In the guest room, the fragrance which could help sleep was still curling up. Sitting beside Graceâs bed and looking at the woman on the bed, he was so helpless and did not know what to say.
He called Humbert. It was so late, and Humbert answered the phone sleepily. Humbert listened carefully to Cadenâs words about him and Grace.
Cadenâs deep voice seemed that he was lonely in the peaceful bedroom on this quiet night.
After listening quietly, Humbert remained silent for a long time.
He didnât know much about love.
However, he clearly knew about Caden, his best friend.
Hearing that Caden talked about what happened this night, Humbert clearly felt what he was deliberately avoiding.
Even so, he could feel his bitterness by the deep voice of the man on the phone.
Humbert suddenly said, âThere is not a good man in the Shaw family. You never knew how to love someone.
Caden, once you fall in love with a woman, all you think about is how to get this woman.
You force her and make her have no way to go, and when she is helpless and at a loss for what to do, you reached out. As a Shaw, this is the way you love someone.â
Incomparably cruel.
âYou are like this. So is Kern.â
Humbert said, âBut Caden, have you ever thought that the person who is loved by you in this way might not be happy?â
Humbertâs words were like a long sword, piercing straight into Cadenâs heart ... quickly, accurately and ruthlessly!
He couldnât help but laugh self-deprecatingly. This was really Humbertâs usual style. On the other end of the phone, Caden gently wiped the sticky sweat off the womanâs cheeks with a hot towel.
âWhat should I do?â
The hand that Humbert held up his phone trembled violently ... Caden, would one day lower his head and abandon his arrogance to show his weakness and ask for help?
âWhat should I do with her?â the man slowly asked on the phone.
Blinking his eyes again and again, Humbert was sure that he hadnât heard wrongly, âJust like an ordinary man loves his beloved woman.â
âWhat should I do?â
When Humbert heard this question, he could hardly believe his ears. However, after thinking about it for a moment, he knew that someone who had lived under the Shaw familyâs education from childhood would not really understand what love was and know how to love.
âIf you donât know, then go online and ask the netizen.â He was also a bachelor without a girlfriend and didnât know how to teach Caden to love a girl.
He was not much better than Caden.
âThere are many masters on the Internet.â
Caden deeply agreed with Humbert.
That slender hand was wiping the womanâs neck with a hot towel, and he was sleepy, âHumbert, Iâve been tired recently. Iâm really old. No more chatting, bye.â
When the phone was hung up, Humbert lowered his head. If love was so tormenting, he hoped he wonât encounter it in his life.
He couldnât help but shake his head ... A strong man like Caden also had no choice but to give in when he fell in love with a woman.
Love was simply poison.
After hanging up the phone, Caden put down the phone and gently wiped the womanâs neck with a hot towel. He gently removed the clothes on her body. His movements were as gentle as if he treated an extremely precious treasure.
She sweated because of the mess just now. The man gently wiped her body and took off her slippers.
He bent down and knelt to the side, carefully wiping her feet.
However, the moment he touched her feet, he frowned slightly and put down the towel. He carefully rubbed and warmed the pair of incomparably cold feet in his hands. After a long while, the warmth of his large palms warmed up her ice-cold feet.
He looked at the woman sleeping peacefully on the bed and his heart ached for her. He wanted to help her warm up her feet for the rest of his life.
âGrace, Iâm sorry.â His eyes were filled with remorse.
He didnât dare to say sorry to her when she was awake.
He was sleepier, and he didnât dare to sleep next to her. He dragged his somewhat heavy body back to his bedroom. When he was in the corridor, he met the butler.
âPut away the aromatherapy in her bedroom. The ingredients in the aromatherapy you buy in the future donât need to be that complicated. It is used to help her sleep, and donât need to be as powerful as sleeping pills.â
The butler looked at Caden who had walked into the master bedroom and he was speechless ... Mr.
Shaw, that was the kind of most normal aromatherapy you wanted!
At 00:11 a.m.
There was a piece of breaking news on Weibo.
Caden created a post on Weibo.
âWhat can I do to make my wife happy?â