Chapter 422:

Jerry had said that cooking steak was challenging.

Caden was curious to find out just how difficult it really was.

Indeed, it turned out to be tough and required skill.

Caden gazed into her dark eyes.

“I wanted to impress you with my cooking, make you fall in love with it, so you wouldn’t leave me.”

Alicia found this amusing.

“I always have nightmares when I’m around you.

It seems you’ve been plotting to kill me all this time with your food.” She pretended to be serious.

“Poor Cade, suffering because of me.”

Caden grinned.

“Is it really that bad?”

Alicia responded, “Shouldn’t you check on Cade? That situation was worse than getting neutered.”

Caden continued, “Since we’re at the vet, why not handle the neutering too? Otherwise, during breeding season, he’d be uncontrollable, causing chaos everywhere.”

Alicia’s expression shifted to something strange.

“Isn’t that a bit harsh?”

A few moments later, she thoughtfully stroked her chin.

“But it might be feasible…”

Caden held back a smile.

“It seems that sharing a bed with you makes us think alike.”

After the neutering surgery, the veterinarian asked, “Would you like to keep his balls?”

Alicia glanced over and left the decision to Caden.

Caden examined the two small testicles, feeling a sudden coldness in a certain part of his body.

Alicia went to check on the dog.

It was still hooked up to an IV, under anesthesia, and only semi-conscious.Property © of .

She gently caressed it.

“You’re doing this for your wellbeing.”

As if it could understand her, the dog’s eyes rolled back, and it lost consciousness entirely.

Alicia stayed by its side for some time, then went outside to find Caden, who was taking photos of the dog’s testicles.

Alicia was confused.

“Since when have you been so interested?”

He had never even taken pictures of the dog before, but now he was capturing these moments.

Caden responded casually, “I’m sending the photos to a craftsman to get something custom-made.”

Alicia leaned in curiously.

“Custom-made what?”

Caden angled the phone screen toward her.

“A bell for Lucky.”

Alicia felt uneasy.

“You’re not planning to use those, are you?” Alicia asked.

Caden looked at her, a teasing smile on his lips.

“I hadn’t noticed, Ms.

Bennett, that you had such a naughty side.”

Alicia’s cheeks flushed pink.

“Your actions are the ones that are inappropriate.”

Caden explained, “I’m asking the craftsman to create a bell that resembles them, as a souvenir for the dog.”

Alicia couldn’t help but respond, “Who’s the real naughty one between us? And didn’t the craftsman reprimand you?”

Alicia frowned, continuing, “If I received such an odd request, I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself.” Just then, Caden’s phone rang.

They both glanced at it.

It was a message from the craftsman: “Did the dog steal the owner’s phone to text me? Please give the phone back to your owner and stop causing trouble.”

Caden was taken aback.

Alicia, trying to preserve his pride, held back her laughter.

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