The CEO Gets What He Wants

Chapter 708

Chapter 708 Too Embarrassed To Face Cal Henceforth

Seeing Avery with her hands over her face, Cal thought she was secretly crying. Instantly, he glared at Cayden in even greater hostility.

His petite body was ramrod upright, and he unflinchingly met his father's gaze, his eyes wide.

On the heels of that, he sank his two rows of sharp teeth fiercely into the man's muscular and bare arm.

Cayden winced in pain, sucking in a sharp breath.

Despite this brat's petite size, his teeth are exceptionally sharp. Gosh, is he a wolf cub? His bite hurts like h*ll.

Although he was pleased with his son's evident protective instincts toward his mother, gratified that he already knew how to protect Avery at a young age, he could not muster any joy when Cal had mistaken him for the bad guy.

He picked Cal up, locking his tapered eyes onto the little boy. He said coldly, “I was playing a game with your mommy, little one. When did you see me picking on her? Hmm?”

Cal shot out a fair finger and lambasted unceremoniously, “You were crushing Mommy, almost cutting off her air supply. I saw Mommy secretly crying and even emitting cries of pain. You're so tall, yet you pick on a woman. You've really gone overboard.”

At that, Avery covered her face even more tightly.

Good heavens! I'll be too embarrassed to face Cal henceforth!

Cayden lifted the struggling Cal into the air, a wicked smirk playing on his lips, “Even if I were to pick on your mommy, what can you do to me? You're too weak right now, little one. You're no match for me at all.”

Cal lifted his head proudly. His beautiful curled eyelashes fluttering, he snorted disdainfully and declared, “Even though I'm weak now, I'll grow tall and strong one day to be even more powerful than you. I'll protect Mommy in the future, and no one is allowed to pick on her! Oh yes, I'll also marry her and make her my beautiful wife.”

Cayden was so mad at his son's words that he snickered and glared at him fiercely. “Your mommy is my wife, not yours. Are you trying to fight your daddy for his wife?”

“You're a bad guy, not my daddy! My daddy is a great hero like Spider-Man and Superman, while you're just a big bully who picks on Mommy. One day, I'll destroy you in the name of the moon!” Cal's short and chubby arms and legs flailed in the air.

He struggled mightily in Cayden's grasp, trying to break free from the latter's hold, even shooting out his leg to kick the man.

Yet, Cayden managed to maintain a perfect distance, restraining his son effectively while keeping himself out of reach. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

He patted Cal on the head, a rare hint of approval in his eyes. “Not bad. Although you're still weak, your courage is commendable.”

Held up by his collar, Cal pitifully flailed in mid-air. Nonetheless, his eyes were firmly fixed on Avery. “Don't be scared, Mommy. With me here, no one can pick on you. When I grow up, Mommy, will you be my wife?”

Avery could not help but laugh at her son's innocent words. At the same time, she was moved by his determination to protect her at all costs.

Without a second thought, she immediately answered, “Sure! Once you grow up, I'll be your wife.”

Cayden's handsome face darkened. Surprisingly, he was even jealousy of his own son.

Tossing Cal aside, he glared at the little boy fiercely. “Don't dream of marrying your mother in this lifetime, little brat. She's mine!”

He felt somewhat disheartened that he had to compete for affection with his son right after returning home.

However, Avery tugged at his arm, griping, “Cayden, can't you be a bit nicer to Cal? He's just over two years old. Take no offense at a child's babble. Besides, it's the first time you two are meeting. It isn't good to make the relationship tense, is it?”

She initially thought that Cayden and Cal could cultivate a close father-son relationship since they had never met before. However, it did not seem too promising, considering their hostility toward each other.

Moreover, as Cal's father, Cayden should be showering him with gentle paternal love. Why is he competing with his son out of jealousy instead?

“I'm teaching this little brat a lesson, Honey.” Cayden planted a smacking kiss on Avery's forehead. He then draped a blanket over her almost naked body, covering her completely.

He was the only one allowed to see her body, and even their child had no right to do so. His sense of possessiveness had always been that strong.

“Mommy is clearly upset, but you're still picking on her. Let go of her! You're not allowed to kiss my mommy. I'm the one person who can kiss her!” Cal shouted at Cayden.

Although he was young, his strong sense of possessiveness was no weaker than his father's. Thus, he regarded Cayden with great hostility.

Cayden snorted coldly. His gaze fell on Avery's face, which was flushed bright red.

Hooking a finger under her delicate chin, he pressed a passionate kiss on her rosy lips, then looked at his son provocatively. “You can ask your mom now whether she's upset, little brat. You'll understand these things when you grow up.”

A father who was progressive in his thinking, he would have loved to discuss the birds and the bees with Cal right that moment if it were not for the little boy's tender age.

“Mommy doesn't like it.” Cal remained stubborn, shooting daggers at his father. “She's still very much upset. Otherwise, why would she keep covering her face, afraid to drop her hands?”

Cayden's scorching gaze was perpetually fixed on Avery, who had her hands over her face.

After her lips had been ravished, they became even more lusciously red. The blush on her fair cheeks, especially, was irresistibly enticing, flaming his desire that had just cooled a while ago.

At that moment, all he wanted was to pounce on her ferally and resume what was unfinished earlier.

With a swift motion, he grabbed the annoying little boy and promptly carried him out of the room, paying his own bare upper body no mind.

When a bodyguard on duty saw that, he immediately hurried over eagerly. “Mr. Moore.”

Rather impatient, Cayden tossed the little boy into the bodyguard's arms. “Bring him to the adjacent room to rest.”

At the sight of Cayden bare-chested and Cal struggling in his arms, the experienced bodyguard instantly understood what had happened. Ah, Cal's presence must have interrupted their marital bliss, so he got tossed out.

The bodyguard took Cal and headed toward the room next door with the little boy in his arms.

Cal could only watch helplessly as the room door slammed shut right in front of him.

“I don't want to leave. I want to protect Mommy! The bad guy must be picking on Mommy again!” Cal struggled non-stop in the bodyguard's arms. His cheeks were puffed up in frustration, rendering him like an angry pufferfish, both adorable and amusing.

Despite the petite size of his body that carried the aroma of milk, his struggles were anything but weak.

The bodyguard's grip slipped slightly, almost allowing him to break free. He could only placate the little boy helplessly. “Mr. Cal, your daddy and mommy haven't seen each other for so long, so they must have a lot to talk about. You've got to behave and not disturb them.”

Inwardly, the bodyguard lamented to himself.

A man consumed by desire is most scary. Look, he doesn't even care about his own son!

Cal glared at the tightly closed bedroom door, sticking out his rosy lower lips. He was exceedingly upset that his beloved mother had been stolen away by a bad guy and was determined to find a way to drive the man away from her.