The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback
Chapter 76

Chapter 76:

The place was luxurious, and the drinks here were far from cheap. Randolph wasn't one to lend money to an old flame. Most likely he would pay for it. By doing so, he would create a debt, a favor that she would end up returning, keeping them in constant contact.

When Randolph noticed Rachel approaching, his expression immediately darkened. What's the problem, he asked sharply. Rachel stepped forward, blocking the cashier from completing the transaction.

She spoke quietly: You've made your choice.

Randolph, clearly upset, responded: Yes, I'm about to pay . Why does it interfere? She signaled to the cashier to proceed with the transaction, and the woman smiled smugly.

Alicia watched the scene, but she didn't want to get involved in someone else's romantic problems. So he quickly scanned the room and decided to head towards the back door.

Caden noticed her and followed her with his gaze, curious about what she was doing. He watched as she approached a group of waiters and whispered something to them. At first, they hesitated, shaking their heads, but then Alicia showed them something on her phone. Their faces lit up and they nodded enthusiastically.

Caden smiled contently, intrigued by the turn of events.

Rachel, who was usually passive at home, never dared to bring him up. contrary to Randolph. He lacked the courage to say that he spent money on his ex-girlfriend. Not wanting to appear uncomfortable, she forced a smile and asked: You chose the wine.

Randolph, feeling that his interruption was inopportune, replied coldly: If I hadn't chosen it, why would I pay?

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Rachel glanced at her ex-girlfriend, who returned a polite smile. At first glance, the woman seemed thoughtful and remained silent throughout the exchange. But only another woman would understand how cutting that smile really was.

Rachel didn't care about money; He simply didn't want to give the woman any advantage.

He put his arm around Randolph. Let's wait a moment. I want a bottle too.

Randolph frowned. Why haven't you said it before.

I just decided now, she said, squeezing his arm harder. You can help me choose, honey.

Without thinking much, Randolph grabbed a bottle. Rachel wanted to speak, but in the end decided not to.

The woman, noticing her hesitation, took the opportunity to provoke her even more. He approached Randolph and said suddenly: Wait a minute, Randolph.

His expression softened and he turned to her. What's happening You've seen another wine that you like.

With a feigned look of concern, she responded: Maybe we shouldn't buy the wine. It's too expensive.

For a man like Randolph, comments like that were insulting. It's not expensive at all, she replied.

It's tens of thousands of dollars, she said thoughtfully. I feel like Mrs. Gray cares about this. I'll buy it next time.

Randolph immediately turned his attention to Rachel.

Caught off guard, Rachel stammered: I don't care…. As soon as the words left his mouth, he immediately regretted it. It could have been her chance to express what she really felt.

The woman's voice shook as she spoke. When Mrs. Gray came, she stared at me. He didn't say anything, but I knew exactly what he meant. Randolph, I was wrong. I shouldn't have asked you to pay the bill. He must have misunderstood something between us.

Randolph's expression hardened and he turned to Rachel.

You glared at her.

Rachel looked up. , with sadness in his eyes. No, I didn't look at her.

Then why did she make it up? Why would she lie for no reason? Her voice became stern. How many times do I have to explain? Now we're just friends. Nothing else happens. Why you can't let this jealousy go

He made a dramatic gesture with his hand, went to buy several more bottles for his ex-girlfriend, and finished the purchase. Rachel no longer cared about the price. All he wanted was to clear his name.

Without hesitation, he quickly approached the woman.

I haven't done anything. Why are you accusing me of something like that?

As soon as Rachel spoke, the woman's expression changed and, without warning, she screamed and fell to the ground.

Rachel froze, unable to move.

Randolph ran over, shouting, You pushed her.

Rachel turned pale and her words stuck in her throat. I don't...

His silence only fueled Randolph's frustration. He knelt down and helped the woman to her feet.

Tears ran down the woman's cheeks. Mrs. Gray, I already told Randolph that he didn't have to buy the wine. Why do you keep treating me like this?

Randolph's anger flared. He felt humiliated by the scene Rachel had made in front of everyone. His rage consumed him and he raised his hand, ready to hit her.

Rachel instinctively raised her arms to protect herself.

Suddenly, a loud sound echoed through the air.

Someone had been hit.

The room fell silent and all eyes turned toward the source of the sound.

Even Randolph stood there, momentarily confused. He had already stopped, hand suspended in the air, deciding not to hit Rachel in front of everyone.

He hadn't hit her.

So where was the sound coming from

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