Chapter 70 Worth Half A Million

• Hand in hand, they walked past the work area and elevators until they were out of the office. As soon as Avery was seated comfortably in the car, Cayden turned around and lit a cigarette, his brows furrowed ever so slightly.
• Even though the cold night breeze was blowing against his handsome face, it did little to affect the warmth spreading throughout his body.
• Cayden had noticed Avery since his teenage years, just as he was experiencing the surging hormones of puberty. He remembered glancing at her from the basketball court and realizing her petiteness sparked his desire to protect her. At that time, not only had her figure not developed properly, but she also looked somewhat malnourished.