I Love You More, Cade by Coral Hume ( Nydia and Jackson)

Chapter 70 

Josephine!” The veins on Cade’s forehead popped out as he called her name coldly. 

Josephine shrank his neck in fear, but his hands did he pull 

not stop. Not only a Cade’s belt, but he als 

tiptoed to kiss him. 

“Cade, kiss me, please,” she begged. 

Cade had reached his limit. He pushed Josephine to the ground angrily, took off his jacket, and threw it on her. He shouted outside, “Stuart.” 

Stuart came in very quickly. 

“Take her to the hospital now. I want a full check–up tonight, no matter what it takes!” Cade demanded. 

Having never seen Cade so furious, Josephine trembled in fear, pleading on her knees, “Cade, I’m not sick. Please, don’t send me away.” 

Cade shot a glance at Stuart, signaling him to act without delay. 

“Yes, sir.” Stuart immediately called the hotel manager over. After changing Josephine’s clothes, he dragged him to the hospital. 

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Exiting one “wine cellar,” Cade entered another. 

The smell of alcohol in Nydia’s room was stronger. 

Frustrated, he raised his hand and pinched the space between his eyebrows. 

Nydia, sprawled on the sofa, merely squinted at him before turning away. Drunk as shel was, she didn’t want to face Cade. 

Cade’s eyes darkened. He walked over, picked her up, and placed her on the bed. 

“Why are you drinking?” he asked. 

Her voice hoarse and cold, Nydia replied, “Because I wanted to. No reason.” 

Cade thought to himself, ‘Is she tired of pretending? Hot and cold, playing games with me?” 

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After letting out a cold sort, he grabbed her shoulders and fipped her over as face him. 

“Nydia, what’s your game now, huh?” His tone was menacing as he igiened his grin causing her pain. 

The pain sobered Nydia up a bit. Realizing she shouldn’t provcite Cade. Nydia needed to “make nice” and gather evidence. She truly was out of her senses. 

Her lips relaxed into a smile, and with a mix of reproach and appeal in her eyes, shee asked, “Mr. Jackson, why are you late?” 

Nydia wanted to act more realistically and reach out to book her arms around his neck But his cologne mixed with another woman’s perfume nauseated her making it impossible to ignore. 

“Your acting has gotten worse.” Cade sneered leisurely awaiting ber next move. 

Nydia forced a brighter smile, despite her knuckles turning white. Im doing my best Are you tired of it, Mr. Jackson? 

Admitting her charade openly, something Cade had known all along, still burned him. 

His slender fingers lifted her chin and sized her up. Cade, scrutinizing her, said. “After five years, yes. I’m quite bored. Can you offer something fres 

“What would you like to see?” Nydia challenged eyebrow raised. 

The most difficult, something you may find unbearable. Cade replied with a cold laugh. 

“The most unbearable?” she repeated. 

After a moment’s thought, Nydia looked into his eyes, warmth, and emotion brimming as she said, “Mr. Jackson. I love you.” 

The air froze in an instant. The cramped cold currents fled wantonly. 

Nydia saw the last trace of warmth vanish from Cade’s eyes. She had hit a nerve, something she shouldn’t have done, but couldn’t resist. 

Cade looked at her, then suddenly smiled coldly, saying spitefully, “You’re asking for it.” 

Without hesitation, he bit her lip fiercely, unleashing a passion long suppressed. 

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It had been a long time since Cade had been so crazy, 

In the darkness, their breaths mingled, stirring waves of tumultuous desire. 

Nydia didn’t wake up until lunchtime. It was the closing day of the summit, and she had to attend. 

Looking at her hickeys, she was livid. Luckily, her concealer worked wonders, masking most of the marks with several layers. 

Waiting outside, Alison asked the moment Nydia appeared, “Ms. Sharp, another dog bite last night?” 

“Is it that obvious?” Nydia responded, defeated. 

Alison, eyes crinkling with a smile, said, “Your skin is too fair; every little mark shows.” 

Nydia went back inside to apply more concealer. Alison waited patiently, not minding the delay. 

Nydia added another ten levels. This time, it should not be obvious. 

After adding ten more layers, Nydia hoped it would be enough to hide the marks. She left her room and locked the door, glancing at Josephine’s door, which was shut tight with no sign of activity. 

“Ms. Sharp, don’t bother. She’s not there.” Alison informed her. 

Nydia paused. “How do you know?” 

“The cleaning lady told me. She complained about the room being filled with rose petals, nearly exhausted from cleaning all morning,” Alison shared.