The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback
Chapter 170

Chapter 170:

Caden was momentarily speechless.

He looked at her and asked: What are those.

Alicia turned to a drawer, rummaging through it before pulling out a pair of black pants.

These, she said, showing them. I bought them last week. It will snow soon and it is freezing cold. You're usually outdoors, and I figured you wouldn't want lingering cold-induced aches.

Caden examined the pants, and a look of disgust spread across his face.

He began. to get away. Thanks, but no. I'm not going to freeze.

Alicia gently took his arm. Age is not on your side, and style won't keep you warm. These are lightweight. They don't bulk out. It looks like you're wearing nothing, but they're incredibly warm.

Caden stepped away. I can't use these. Get rid of them.

Suddenly, he pointed to the puppy outside. Why not repurpose them into a pair of warm belly bands for him

Alicia responded with a smile: He already has his clothes. You have to wear yours.

He insisted: Try them on. Don't be so stubborn.

Caden stood his ground, refusing to put them on. Noticing his expression of contempt, Alicia said: I've already removed the labels, so they can't be returned. I can't leave them unused, right. They cost several thousand dollars each.

Caden shrugged disdainfully. Do whatever you want with them.

Alicia thought for a moment and then followed him. And if you give them to Hank, he's always outside, so he must be cold.

Caden stopped but remained unimpressed. He wouldn't wear them.

How do you know Hank is not as demanding as you.

He has a lot of hair on his legs. They would bite him.

Alicia remained silent. After a pause, he suggested, "Then let's give them to Mr. Hopkins."

Caden shrugged again. Gerry doesn't want second-hand items.

They've never been worn, Alicia replied with a smile.

Once the tags are removed, they're considered second-hand, Caden insisted, with his brow increasingly frowning. And really, who would appreciate long underwear as a gift.

She replied: Not everyone is as picky as you. You think they're going to wear them over their pants or something.

Alicia was determined to find a new owner for the long johns. He thought that if Hank and Gerry didn't want them, he would come up with another plan.

He went to grab a bag to pack them. I actually bought two pairs: one for Hank and one for Mr. Hopkins. If you're free today, you could deliver them.

Caden was momentarily speechless. I couldn't understand why Alicia was so persistent. He also couldn't understand why it bothered him so much. If she wanted to hand them over, why would he care?

Just as Alicia was about to pack the pants, Caden snatched them from her.

She frowned. I'll check its quality first.

Alicia's lips twitched slightly. What was going through her head? It was so unpredictable.

Without warning, Caden put on his boxers in front of her. His long legs and well-defined muscles filled them out perfectly, but the fit wasn't quite right in the crotch. The fabric tore under the strain of his physique, unable to contain its dimensions.

Alicia, familiar with the vision, could not help but marvel. What did you eat to grow like that? It's like you've mutated.

Caden, clearly amused, scoffed: You didn't seem to care about enjoying it.

Alicia was speechless, rubbing her chin thoughtfully as she her gaze stopped on him. Caden raised an eyebrow. You can see clearly. You need me to take them off to see better.

She responded with a mocking smile: Why don't you become a hitman? If you put a gun in your pants, the bodyguards would never find it.

For a moment, Caden was speechless. He knew that one day he would have to find a way to silence her.

He also had quite a bit of hair on his legs, and this was his first experience with long johns. Soon they began to itch. Restless, he shifted in his office chair, trying to get comfortable.

Caden's demeanor kept everyone at a distance.

When Hank walked in, he noticed Caden frowning and He adjusted his tie. Caden was clearly frustrated.

Hank was perplexed. Mr. Ward, it's overheating.

Caden responded briskly: Open the window. I need some fresh air.

Hank hesitated, glancing at the weather outside. It's raining and it's quite cold. Maybe I should turn down the air conditioning.

Caden's chest rose with a slight intake of breath. I'm not hot. “I feel restricted,” he said impatiently. Just open the window.

Recognizing Caden's firm tone, Hank reluctantly obeyed. Caden's office was on a high floor, and the wind blew as soon as the window was opened.

Turning to Caden, Hank asked worriedly: Mr. Ward, what makes you feel restricted? It's your clothes.< /p>

Caden struggled to find an explanation. He preferred to remain silent, his frustration growing.

Turning to business matters, Hank continued: Mr. Ward, we have to leave at ten to meet Mr. Wade from the art exhibition.< /p>

Mr. Wade was the anonymous buyer of the Joshua painting. The exhibition was imminent, and Joshua would be there to finalize the contract and the remaining payment of 150 million dollars.

Caden nodded and grabbed his coat. Let's go.

When they left the building, the strong wind and rain hit them. Despite the short walk, the cold bit. Hank held an umbrella over Caden to protect him from the rain and wind.

Caden didn't mind the cold, though.

He pushed the umbrella away. Don't worry about me. I'm not cold.

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