The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback
Chapter 168

Chapter 168:

Alicia did not dare to reject him.

After a passionate session of sex, he held her in his arms, cradling her with strength as he carried her up the stairs. The apartment had been completely renovated, but Alicia hadn't returned in a while.

When they entered the room, her gaze wandered to the floor-to-ceiling mirror newly installed in the living room. Still dazed and confused by the intimacy, she blinked in confusion.

Why is there a mirror there

There were already many mirrors in the wardrobe, so this one seemed unnecessarily large and out of place.

Instead of explaining it to her, he took her to the mirror.

After all, actions spoke louder than words.

Although he had already satisfied his wishes before, it had not ended.

Now He felt even more excited than before.

The atmosphere between them became tense, the room pulsated with an unspoken hunger.

He grabbed a bottle of red wine and poured himself a glass. He took a sip slowly and let it coat his throat before letting the rest fall onto her skin, the cold liquid falling over her like a silk waterfall.

Alicia gasped and a shiver ran down her spine. back.

Too cold, he purred, his voice heavy with desire. His lips brushed her collarbone as he licked the wine from her skin, a sensation that sent sparks flying.

Alicia shook her head, breathless.

No... just tickling, she whispered. .

The sensation of the wine sliding down his neck, combined with his burning kisses, was almost too much to bear. Soon his knees buckled and he could barely stand.

He wanted to move away, but his body asked for more. Her heart beat in rhythm with each caress.

He made sure not a single drop of wine was wasted, and her body was left glistening.

You like the mirror Caden asked her, his voice full of mischief, as he watched her surrender to the moment. Alicia remained silent, with her lips parted but without saying a word.

She couldn't respond, not like that.

I like it, he murmured, with a playful gleam in his eyes. It reflects everything... so clearly.

Alicia was beyond frustrated, her nerves frayed by the whirlwind of sensations.

Without saying a word, Caden effortlessly picked her up and carried her straight to the bedroom.

His breath was warm against her ear as he whispered: I have many more surprises for you, and I will show them all to you, one by one.

In the bathroom , the sink had been lowered to the perfect height for she could sit comfortably while he entered. Additionally, a sturdy grab handle had been installed in the shower.

After what seemed like an eternity in the steamy bathroom, Alicia collapsed on the bed, completely exhausted. When he opened his eyes, his heart trembled when he saw what was on top of him.

Caden, you pervert!, he exclaimed, burying his face in the pillow.

There was another mirror, this time on the roof. Heat flooded his cheeks and he closed his eyes, unable to face reality.

Caden, however, seemed fascinated, his smile of satisfaction growing wider.

Still, He wasn't done with her, not by a long shot.

There was something about her that drove him crazy, that pushed him to heights he had never explored before.

In fact, things in the bed became so intense that they inadvertently activated the sleep system. smart bed safety.

An alarm sounded and a beam of bright red infrared light passed over them.

Warning: Potential danger detected, the artificial intelligence system said with mechanical voice. Mr. Ward, you need me to call the authorities.

Alicia stifled a giggle, barely managing to maintain her composure.

Even Caden couldn't help but let out a low chuckle. She wanted to turn it off, but she refused to move away from Alicia's soft, warm body.

Shut up, she ordered, trying to hold on to what little dignity she had left. Don't you dare say another word.

Mr. Ward, his voice seems strained. Need help

Grumbling, Caden muttered: What a useless system... You don't see it. I'm just... having fun.

The AI ​​paused, as if processing his statement, before responding. : I'm sorry, Mr. Ward. I don't understand.

Caden was speechless and his frustration increased when Alicia's giggles turned into laughter. Her soft, smooth legs slid around his waist as she collapsed onto the mattress, breathless.

He grabbed her ankles quickly, giving her a playful slap on the buttocks. What are you laughing at And who said you could let go

Mr Ward, please clarify what you mean by 'let go', the system intervened again, always helpful.

Caden he groaned, shaking his head in disbelief.

Alicia was a mess, gasping between uncontrollable laughter: I... I'm dying...

The AI ​​system, picking up the triggering words, he responded in his usual mechanical tone: Understood. Initiating an emergency call.

Unable to contain herself, Alicia laughed again, the sound of which grated Caden's nerves.

Already nervous, he looked at her harshly before taking action. the matter. With a snap of his fingers, he manually shut down the system.

The next moment, the room fell into a tense silence. Finally, he murmured in a deep voice, breaking the silence as he regained his concentration. Tomorrow I'll have someone take it apart.

That same night, as Alicia fell asleep, Caden looked at his phone and saw that he had two missed calls.

The familiar number made him tense. his jaw, instantly cooling the embers of desire that had been burning in him a few moments ago.

He went out and dialed the number again.

Uncle Blake, he said hello.

On the other side of the line, Blake Langstaff's voice was firm and serious, straight to the point. The Moss family is willing to negotiate with us.

Caden was not surprised. He leaned on the railing, his eyes scanning the silent night.

What were his conditions, he asked, in a calm and serene tone.

No conditions. "They just asked when you would be available to come to Devarlton and meet them," Blake replied. After a pause, he added: You remember Yolanda.

Caden frowned. The name evoked a distant memory.

He repeated it in his mind until a flash of recognition hit him. Yolanda Moss The youngest daughter, she murmured.

Exactly. You met her once when you were five years old. There was some joke about marrying her back then.

Caden's throat tightened. Absentmindedly, he lit one of the nearby scented candles, the one Alice had made.

Its familiar, relaxing fragrance filled the air, subtle and calming, like its presence. He had gotten used to falling asleep with that aroma.

We were children, he said, his voice filled with indifference. That joke means nothing now.

Blake's tone became more measured. Maybe for you. But your father, Dorian Moss, has always liked you. He's been getting intimate with Ciara.

Caden twirled the lighter in his hand, his eyes distant. I respect man's preferences, but I don't like men.

Blake sighed in exasperation. Come on, be serious. He loves you as a son-in-law.

A ghost of a smile touched Caden's lips. I don't like women either.

His patience was wearing thin, Blake got to the point. And if the deal is on the condition that you marry Yolanda.

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