Caden Hawthorne paused for a moment, then tightly held Vivian Lynch’s hand, his gaze full of love and resolve.
"Vivian, why would you think that? You’ve gone through so much pain for giving birth to our child, I ache for you, not dislike you. No matter how you change, you are the person I love the most."
Hearing Caden’s words, a warmth surged through Vivian’s heart, and her eyes turned slightly red. "Caden, with those words, I’m already content."
Caden gently embraced Vivian. "Vivian, don’t worry about such things anymore. I’ll never find fault with you."
Vivian was truly afraid, afraid of her body changing, afraid Caden would despise her.
Leaning against Caden’s chest, feeling his warmth and heartbeat, she softly said, "Caden, I know I shouldn’t lack confidence, but I can’t help but worry."
Caden gently stroked her hair. "Vivian, you must believe in my love for you. Your beauty isn’t just on the outside, it’s in your kindness, courage, and strength."
Listening to Caden’s words, the worries in Vivian’s heart gradually dissipated.
She knew her position in Caden’s heart was unshakable. She looked up and met Caden’s eyes.
"Caden, thank you for giving me so much security."
Caden smiled and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Silly girl, we are a family, always here to support and trust each other."
Vivian smiled and nodded, "Yes, trust and support each other."
"If you’re concerned about the scar on your stomach, after your confinement, I’ll take you to the best beauty salon for treatment."
Caden worried that if Vivian kept going , she would develop postpartum depression.
He had heard that after childbirth, women are prone to anxiety, which can lead to depression.
So, Caden decided to make her happier and ease her mind.
Vivian shook her head, "Caden, there’s no need, I want to keep the scar."
Because the scar gave her a loving husband and adorable children.
"Then I’ll help you apply some ointment!" Caden said gently.
Vivian nodded and obediently lay on the bed, lifting her nightgown.
Caden took out a tube of ointment from the bedside table and gently applied it to the scar on Vivian’s stomach.
"Caden, is this scar very ugly?"
Caden shook his head gently, his eyes full of tenderness and pity, lightly caressing her scar. "No, it’s not ugly. This scar is the proof of our love, a testament to what you’ve given for our family. It’s not ugly at all; it makes me cherish you even more."
Listening to Caden’s words, Vivian felt deeply moved.
After applying the ointment, Vivian sat up and suddenly thought of something, couldn’t help but ask, "Caden, today I heard mom talking on the phone, saying that Aunt’s son is coming back home."
At this, Vivian couldn’t help but ask, "Is your aunt’s son your cousin or your younger cousin?"
Since Riley called him "cousin," Vivian wasn’t sure if the person was Caden’s cousin or younger cousin.
"He’s my younger cousin, named Felix Ford."
Vivian nodded slightly. "Oh, so it’s your younger cousin. How’s your relationship with him?"
Caden thought for a moment and said, "We got along quite well when we were young, but after he went abroad to study, we’ve contacted each other less. But after all, he’s family, so the feelings are still there."
Vivian chuckled. "I look forward to meeting him. I wonder what kind of person he is."
Caden lightly wrapped his arm around Vivian’s shoulder, "Why the sudden interest in my younger cousin?"
Vivian stuck out her tongue, "I’m just curious!"
"Vivian, you must only be curious about me. Otherwise, I’d get jealous," Caden said seriously.
Upon hearing this, Vivian couldn’t help but laugh. "You’re even jealous of your cousin?"
Caden slightly tilted his chin, pretending to be displeased. "Of course, you’re my wife, your attention can only be on me."
Vivian laughed, wrapping her arms around Caden’s neck. "Alright, alright, the person I’m most focused on is always you."
"But if he’s coming back, how come as his older cousin, I’m the last to know?" Caden furrowed his brows, pulling out his phone. "No, I need to call this guy."
Upon hearing this, Vivian immediately stopped him, "Don’t! It’s so late, let’s not disturb him now."
Caden thought for a moment and nodded slightly, "You’re right, there’s a time difference abroad; he’s probably busy now. Forget it, I’ll call him tomorrow."
With that, Caden wrapped his arms around Vivian. "So, should we be sleeping now?"
As he spoke, Caden winked at Vivian.
Seeing the usually aloof and reserved Caden flirting with her, Vivian felt like she was electrified all over, unable to stop a shiver.
Before Vivian could react, Caden already pinned her down on the bed.
"Caden, what are you doing?"
"What do you think I’m doing?" Caden looked down at her, his tone teasing.
Vivian pushed him slightly, blushing, "We can’t right now, the doctor said I’m still in postpartum and it’s prohibited to be intimate."
"Vivian, what are you thinking?" Caden curled his lips and lightly pinched her nose. "I just wanted to kiss you, I know my limits."
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Vivian was a little dizzy from Caden’s kiss. She closed her eyes slightly, feeling Caden’s tenderness and love.
This kiss was filled with longing and cherished warmth, as if expressing their deep feelings for each other.
After a while, Caden slowly released Vivian, his eyes full of affection.
"Alright, Vivian, you should get some rest. Once postpartum is over, we can then..." he purposely paused, a playful smirk on his lips.
Vivian glared at him with a flushed face. "You’re so annoying!"
Caden chuckled, pulling Vivian tightly into his embrace, and in the quiet of the night, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
The York Family tried to use money and connections, going to the police station, hoping to get Yara York released, but it all ended in vain.
"What do we do? Caden Hawthorne has already informed the police station, they refuse to release Yara," Mrs. York said anxiously.
Mr. York looked at Yvonne York to the side with displeasure. "Look at the mess you’ve caused. If anything happens to your sister, I won’t recognize you as my daughter."
Hearing this, Yvonne bit her lip in silence.
Mrs. York suggested, "Dear, how about we go to the Hawthorne Family and plead with Mrs. Hawthorne? Perhaps, for old times’ sake, she might forgive us."