?Chapter 117:
Kaiden solved this puzzle quickly and felt a surge of relief.
The following morning, Ellie awoke to find herself alone.
The bed next to her was vacant, its warmth nearly gone.
ncing at the clock, it read half past eight.
For a frence stylist like her, one who cherished her sleep, this was unusually early.
She sat, bewildered for a moment, then the previous night’s events unfolded in her mind like a y, sparking her memory.
“Oh my God!”
She ruffled her hair, agitated, then steadied herself and went to change before heading downstairs.
“Good morning, Mrs. Thorpe!” Cayson’s greeting was warm as he stood in the living room.
“Good morning, Cayson.” Ellie noted his especially friendly smile.
“Where’s Kaiden?”
“He’s already at work.” Cayson shared that Kaiden had instructed him not to tidy his room since Ellie was still asleep.
“Oh, I see.”
Was it just her imagination? Something about Cayson’s gaze seemed off today.
Post-breakfast, still reeling from the night’s shock, Ellie feltpelled to confide in Baylee.
Without preamble, she said, “I shared a bed with Kaidenst night.”
Baylee’s response was swift. “Is his… big?”
Ellie was at a loss for words.
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“Just sharing a bed, under the covers, nothing more,” she rified.
“What? He is impotent?!” Baylee was incredulous.
Ellie was dumbfounded, at a loss for words again.
Baylee called, eager for details.
Ellie shared the essentials, leaving out less important parts like the ordeal with her hands.
“Your tale is quite misleading. Except for ‘shared a bed,’ the rest of the details are boring!” Baylee eximed.
Ellie rolled her eyes. “Baylee, your astutements make me question your experience. Have you…?”
“No!” Baylee interjected, then recalled, “Were you with Kaiden at the auctionst night?”
“Yes, how did you know?”
“It’s the talk of the town. Rumors about you apanying a wealthy, impaired patron are swirling. Inquiries about his identity abound, oblivious to the fact he’s your husband, Kaiden Thorpe!”
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