The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback
Chapter 67

Chapter 67:

Caden's voice was colder than the rain that lashed outside.

Alicia struggled to hold the umbrella, the bag in his hand shaking slightly, filled with antiseptic and bandages.

Let me see your wound.

Caden's response was indifferent. No need.

He rolled up the car window without thinking twice. Alicia froze, her reflection staring back at her in the glass.

Caden was silent for a moment, then looked out the window and realized she was still standing there, motionless. He frowned slightly.

With a sigh, he relented and opened the door, letting her in.

She carefully slid into the passenger seat, wiping the rain off her clothes. The silence between them was thick, but Caden finally broke it.

What are you doing here at this hour? His voice was high-pitched. You shouldn't be with Joshua already, very warm in….

Alicia couldn't believe how sharp his words were. She was fed up with his constant attacks and wondered if he knew when to stop.

Her emotions, already tangled and confused along the way, were completely untangled when she sat down next to him.

Without thinking, she scoffed: If it weren't for you hitting your shoulder, I wouldn't even worry about you.

Firmly, she took out iodine and cotton swabs, ready to clean his face. wound.

The air in the car slowly changed, becoming less tense as the moments passed.

Caden had stopped the car earlier to calm the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. The heavy rain outside had been a distraction, and he wasn't confident he could continue driving without losing control. Stopping had been the safest option, but he didn't expect Alicia to follow him there. He watched her carefully, knowing that she had used the excuse of her injury to check on her. But that didn't bother him. In fact, he was in a better mood now.

Alicia looked at him, meeting his gaze. His deep eyes seemed to draw her in, making her hesitate.

She knew how dangerous his charm could be, so she quickly looked away.

Take off your shirt, he murmured. Let me see the wound.

Caden leaned back, almost lazily, and began to unbutton his shirt, moving his fingers slowly.

The quiet sound of fabric moving filled the room. car, creating a strange sensation of intimacy in the air.

As he removed the hem of the shirt, his chest and abs gradually appeared. Alicia did her best not to look directly at him.

She quickly snapped out of her daze and protested: Stop, stop. You don't have to take everything off. Just show me the wound.

Caden's voice was mocking. What, you don't want to see the rest.

Alicia was momentarily speechless.

She wanted to look away, but she couldn't.

Without hesitation, Caden He removed his shirt completely, revealing his toned arms.

The car was filled with undeniable tension. The shoulder wound was not serious, but the slight bleeding added to his robust appearance.

Alicia concentrated on healing the wound, doing her best to ignore the heat between them.

Mm, Alicia responded absently.

Before she could react, she felt his hands wrap around her waist and around her. raised on his lap. His face turned red. You...

Caden looked at her, calm and unfazed. It's easier this way.

Alicia felt something pressure her, and her mind jumped to conclusions. You're already getting hard.

Caden paused before letting out a low chuckle. What, you're some kind of aphrodisiac. It's just my belt.

Mortified, Alicia didn't dare check it. Instead, he cleared his throat and reached for the iodine, trying to concentrate.

What should have been a simple task became uncomfortable, as its proximity made it difficult to concentrate. The heat radiating from him didn't help.

Why are you shaking? Caden asked, watching her closely. The blood gives you chills.

Alicia forced herself to remain calm, swallowing her nerves. I'm not shaking.

But when I pressed the cotton ball against his skin, it slipped and missed the wound completely, landing on the uninjured skin.

He squinted, trying to hide. Oh, I've suddenly become short-sighted

Caden smiled to himself and moved slightly.

Alicia, already nervous, whispered: Don't move.

He he laughed softly. If I don't move closer, you might not make it through the night.

As they adjusted, their bodies pressed together even more, leaving little space between them.

Alicia, tense and unsure of Where to place his hands, he instinctively leaned forward.

But with his abs so close, he had nowhere to go. As she tried to adjust, she squeezed her thighs around his waist.

The squeeze sparked a memory in Caden of when they were at the movies together. He remembered how Alicia had been on top of him back then, just like that.

His eyes darkened, filled with the intensity of the moment. The scent of her skin enveloped him, a sweet, floral scent that seemed to ease the tension of the Yates family drama that still weighed on him. Without hesitation, Caden reached out and grabbed her waist tighter.

Hurry up with the medicine, he murmured, his voice rough, tinged with something else.

Alicia, Without noticing the change in tone, he concentrated on applying the antiseptic.

The wound, although not deep, was swollen and bruised from the impact. She would probably still be sore for a few days.

As she worked, the memory of what had happened in the studio flashed through her mind. The fear from before still lingered, and he couldn't help but ask: Does your father always treat you like this?

Caden buried his face against her neck, his breath warm on her skin. What, you're feeling sorry for me

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