The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback
Chapter 144

Chapter 144:

When Caden grabbed Alicia's foot again, she felt a wave of unease. She tried to withdraw her foot, but Caden immediately tightened his grip.

She couldn't move away.

In a dull voice, she asked, Caden, what are you doing?

Awkwardly, Caden applied some herbal oil to the bruise and began massaging it. His voice was stiff as he demanded: Tell me exactly why you were at the Yates mansion.

Alicia tensed, her body recoiling instinctively. In a soft tone, he insisted: First, apologize to me.

Caden's expression turned stern. I expected an apology from him

Regardless of whether it was right or wrong, he really needed to apologize for something so trivial

He coldly replied: I've never been good at apologizing.

But Caden grabbed her firmly, pressing on her delicate bones. I may not stand out by apologizing, but I am familiar with using a little force. We proceed

Upon hearing his warning, the pressure increased. Alicia shuddered, feeling a sharp pain and numbness in the joint. Caden, let go of me! he shouted.

Caden loosened his grip a little, but his tone remained insistent. Explain yourself. Now.

Alicia cursed him internally, her mind clouded with frustration. He took a deep breath and then explained briefly: Joshua tricked me by saying that Rachel wanted to get together. When I arrived at the Yates mansion, he dragged me to the bedroom and locked me in.

Caden, dissatisfied with the explanation, continued to press. Why did he lock you up?

Why else did he know about us, Alice answered quietly.

At first, Joshua had simply suspected something, but his suspicions turned into Fury at Caden's call.

Caden's eyes then drifted to her neck, where faint marks were visible. Her gaze became more intense as she asked: Has he hurt you?

Alicia pursed her lips, still tormented by the fear of that moment. He didn't make it.

Caden's worry grew. You managed to escape out the window while resisting.

Alicia clarified: Not exactly, but that sums it up essentially.

Caden remained silent, his mind processing what she had said. . Once the oil had been absorbed, she gently wiped away the remains with a tissue.

Alicia recognized it as an uncharacteristic gesture, almost like an apology, but she was not yet ready to accept it.

Once Caden left, he dug into his bag and pulled out some money.

Caden looked at the money. What's this for?

It's your tip.

With precision, she slipped the cash around her neck, as if tipping a male escort. Your skills as a masseuse are rough and unrefined, but this is the going rate. I won't let you down.

Caden was speechless.

She was compensating him as if it were a service, even for applying the oil, pushing his limits even further. Perhaps he had been too lenient with her.

He rejected the gesture and returned the money. We should put this morning's incident behind us and look forward. Once your foot is better, we will plan the next steps.

Whoever talked about moving forward Alicia took her money back, her voice sharp. It seems you have forgotten your harsh words this morning. It hasn't even been a day. You think we can forget everything that has happened.

Caden counterattacked: If you had explained yourself, I wouldn't have misunderstood you.

And who wanted to explain while you were throwing a tantrum.

I did ask you. Why are you silent

Alicia looked at him sternly. Then why didn't you apologize when I asked? The cat got your tongue.

Caden fell silent again, feeling the sting of her sharp retort.

His patience was broken. You insist on a verbal apology.

Alicia held her head high. Yes. And don't thank me. I'm just being generous.

Caden scoffed. If so, this is by no means over.

Alicia was at a disadvantage when it came to negotiating. Now that she had severed ties with Joshua, the future seemed uncertain. Eventually, his rebellion would take its toll.

But Caden misjudged his determination. Alicia had already accepted her fate. Things had reached a point where, in the worst case scenario, his life could collapse. If that were the case, why should you care about living miserably

Sounds good to me, said Alicia, climbing back onto the sofa with a determined voice. I pay it. Take it or leave it. If not, report me to the police. Let me rot in jail.

Caden was speechless.

As he limped to the bathroom, he added: I'll wash off the oil you just applied on me. Then we won't owe each other anything.

Once again, Caden was silent. Her anger boiled beneath the surface, but she had nowhere to direct it.

What a stubborn and infuriating woman, she thought bitterly.

Suddenly, Alicia's phone rang.

Caden realized it was a WhatsApp call from someone listed as a doctor. The profile photo showed a man.

Without hesitation, Caden answered.

A calm voice asked: Miss Bennett, your foot is feeling better.

Already in a bad mood, Caden's patience wore thin. He responded in a cold tone: She is busy. He's in the bathroom.

The doctor seemed taken by surprise and stammered: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude.

Unwilling to give up, the doctor asked cautiously: Are you the brother? from Mrs. Bennett.

Caden's expression darkened. He answered flatly: He is his father.

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