Hailey was surprised to hear that. "Huh? Lock the door? What if the nurse comes in later?"
Cayden said with a sinister smile, "That's precisely why we have to lock the door to keep the nurse out. Let's have some pillow talk for a while."
At the same time, Cayden had already gotten out of bed and gone to the window to draw the curtains.
The room, initially filled with sunlight, immediately turned dull. It was also full of an ambiguous and flirtatious ambiance.
Hailey knew what Cayden intended to do when he asked her to lock the door. Her delicate face turned slightly red, and she was a little hesitant.
However, she nevertheless locked the door from inside.
Hailey then walked towards the bed and said, "Cayden, I'm sorry my husband hurt you so badly. Do your fingers still hurt?"
