The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 1024:

Alicia turned her head, her voice steady but sharp. “I’m still angry. Wait until I’m not before you try to make it up to me.”

Frustration surged within Caden, his tone clipped. “I didn’t do anything wrong. Why should I be the one making it up to you?”

Alicia raised an eyebrow, her silence louder than any retort.

Realizing he was fighting a losing battle, Caden withdrew his hand and exhaled slowly, easing his posture. “I wasn’t stopping you from closing the door for any other reason. Didn’t you mention wanting dessert earlier? I was just asking what kind of dessert you wanted.”

Alicia asked, her tone sharp, “So, I misunderstood you earlier? You really need a second secretary?”

Caden licked his lips thoughtfully. “We’ll talk about work later. Just tell me what kind of dessert you want.”

Alicia’s reply was cold and clipped. “I don’t have an appetite anymore. Don’t trouble yourself.” With that, she closed the door again.

Though impulsive by nature, Caden wasn’t without emotional intelligence. Alicia might claim she didn’t want dessert, but he knew better. He had to make it. He remembered her fondness for pudding—how she always savored it with quiet delight.

After preparing the pudding, Caden didn’t knock on the door but left it in the dining room.

After a while, Alicia emerged from the bedroom, silently sat at the table, and ate the pudding as she always did. Once finished, she returned to the bedroom without a word.

While she ate, Caden pretended to be engrossed in his work.

As Alicia made her way back to the bedroom, Caden couldn’t resist. “Finished and leaving already?”

Alicia glanced at him. “It was good, very delicious.”

Sensing an opening, Caden stood, ready to embrace her, but Alicia turned away, her words firm yet indifferent.noveldrama

“Wash the dishes.”

He froze in place, stunned.

Maybe the marriage certificate had given him a newfound sense of confidence, or perhaps he had just grown used to her curt demeanor. Either way, Caden didn’t push further that night.

The next morning, Alicia woke early and found Caden sprawled on the living room sofa—not just any sofa, but the one on the balcony. The window was wide open, and he had no blanket. Dressed in short-sleeved loungewear and shorts, half his skin was exposed to the chilly summer night air.

Even though it was summer, the nights were cold enough to make her pause. Sleeping like that, he was bound to catch a cold.

It was still early, so Alicia decided not to wake him. Instead, she quietly retrieved a blanket and draped it over him.

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