The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback
Chapter 539

Chapter 539:

Alicia’s mouth ached, her jaw throbbing as if it might snap.

Her chest tightened painfully, and she felt herself weaken, her resistance draining away as her body went limp in his grip.

Caden’s kiss only deepened, his intensity undimmed.

Alicia felt herself slide back, pinned by his strength and the heat of his breath, her own coming shallow and strained.

Her lashes fluttered, and the tears she’d fought back slipped free—warm and heavy—landing on Caden’s hand.

He froze, pulling back just enough to see the disappointment and hurt in her eyes.

His breath hitched as a wave of clarity washed over him.

Brushing her tears away, he murmured, his voice thick with frustration, “Alicia, can’t you just listen to me?”

Alicia pressed her lips together, refusing to look at him or respond.

Seeing her vulnerability, Caden’s gaze softened.

He held her close, attempting to comfort her, though she remained stiff and unresponsive.

Realizing she’d been caught in the rain, he lifted her gently and carried her inside, not wanting her to catch a cold.

Alicia lay motionless in his arms, neither resisting nor cooperating, like a mannequin.

Caden prepared a warm bath, hoping it would bring her some comfort.

After the shower, Alicia made her way to the kitchen to prepare some soup.

Caden, now changed, leaned against the kitchen doorframe, watching her move with silent determination.

Breaking the silence, he said, “I know you don’t have feelings for Blake, but he’s clever and bold—always looking for a way to take advantage.”

Alicia’s expression darkened at his words.

She gripped the spoon tightly, the metal clinking against the pot as she slammed it down.

“And who says I’m not interested in him?”

Caden’s smile vanished.

“Alicia, don’t play games with me.”

“Who’s playing games? What’s wrong with Mr.

Langstaff?” Alicia’s voice rose, challenging him.

In a swift movement, Caden stepped forward, pinning her against the table, one arm firmly around her waist while his gaze bore into her.

“What’s so special about him? Do you actually like him?”

Swallowed by his intense stare, Alicia held her ground.

“Why should I tell you? He’s more considerate than you.”

Caden pressed on, his voice low.

“Just answer me.

Do you like him?”

Alicia’s eyes reddened, her voice trembling.

“Caden, just… get away from me!”

A wave of bitterness washed over him.

Bitterness surged in Caden’s chest.

He knew Blake had stirred up this trouble—it wasn’t Alicia’s fault.

And even if it was, he couldn’t bring himself to blame her.

Taking a deep breath, Caden softened his tone.

“I rushed home right after work, only to find you in his jacket, sitting together in the car.

How do you think that made me feel?”

Alicia turned her face away, unwilling to respond.

He held her closer.

“Imagine if I came home with a woman’s belongings in my pocket.

How would you feel?”

Alicia’s patience snapped.

“Oh, really? What could you possibly fit in your pocket—some underwear?”

Caught off guard, Caden suppressed a smile.

“You see? Nothing even happened, and you’re already jealous.

Why can’t you understand how it felt for me?”

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