The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback
Chapter 212

Chapter 212:

Alicia had not expected him to take the matter so seriously, and for a moment, words failed her. If he refused to accept her simple apology, then what did she want? A meal. Some other form of compensation. It didn't seem like Caden's style.

Before she could think about it, his deep, soft voice cut through the silence. . You're really sorry

Even on the phone, the weight of his tone sent a chill down her spine. She felt dizzy, as if she were on the edge of a trap she hadn't seen coming.

Yes, she answered, although with some doubts. But... even if I didn't like you, it's not like it would affect you, right.

So, a verbal apology shouldn't be enough

Caden let out a low chuckle, but it was any less fun thing. You say you're sorry, but you back out so quickly.

At this, Alicia remained silent. Guilt gnawed at her, although pride made her insist on proving her sincerity. So... how do you want me to show you how sorry I am?

His mockery resonated in her ear, making her shudder. You don't know anymore

Alicia paralyzed. In that instant, she understood exactly what he wanted.

Her first instinct was to hang up the phone. But Caden, calm as ever, added: I won't force you. You don't need to be so afraid of me.

Who says I'm afraid of you, she snapped, although her voice trembled enough to betray her. Even your breathing has changed.

Seeing herself exposed so easily, she instinctively held her breath, but his knowing silence only made things worse.

Caden, not wanting to waste time. , went straight to the point. You don't have to come to me. Just give me an hour of your precious time and stay on the phone.

His gut twisted.

It was a trap and he had walked right into it. Although they had been intimate before, it was the first time she had found herself practicing phone sex.

Caden took the initiative, guiding her towards something much more intimate. His control was absolute, leaving no room for shame.

Halfway there, Caden's voice broke the rhythm. Answer three questions and I will shorten the call by twenty minutes.

Alicia, her mind still reeling from the intensity of the conversation, remained silent. I could barely think clearly, much less string together a coherent response. But, somehow, his confused thoughts told him that answering her questions wouldn't do him any harm.

Go ahead... he murmured softly.

Hearing her tender voice, Caden became excited. even more. His tone dropped an octave, harsh and deep. Now that we are separated... you miss me.

Alicia's mind scattered, her pulse accelerated. How could he ask something so shameless. What an idiot.

He took a shaky breath, feeling like a gasping fish. She knew he wouldn't believe her answer, but she refused to admit the truth. No.

Caden wasn't looking for honesty. He simply wanted to play with her, and her knowing giggle made that clear.

Second question: At the bar that night, you enjoyed it when that male companion flirted with you.

Alicia blinked, trying to remember. the guy's face. He couldn't even remember her clearly. He licked his dry lips, trying to recall the memory. But no matter how hard he tried, all he could see was Caden's face.

No, he answered, choosing the simplest answer.

Caden hummed contently. Good girl.

Her breathing became heavier, and the tension in the air was palpable. Alicia bit her lip, feeling cornered in this game he was playing.

One last question, she insisted, her voice shaking. Then he hung up.

Caden paused, prolonging the silence before asking in a low, almost mocking tone: This call… made you feel good.

Alicia felt a tingle in her skin. the scalp. She didn't dare answer, but her heavy breathing gave her away. Caden couldn't help but laugh. Indeed, it was as easy to read as a book.

It sounds like you had a great time. In a seductive voice, she added: I thought you would be used to me by now, but I have to say... you got the hang of it the first time.

In response, a high-pitched beep sounded in her ear. Alicia had hung up on him.

Caden stared at the phone, his chest rising and falling with laughter. How could someone so stubborn be so obedient at the same time? She always did what he asked, but she acted as if she had no choice.

She took a deep breath and looked at her restless body. He felt like a nervous wreck: tense, dissatisfied, and, in a word, a real pain in the ass.

With a resigned sigh, he stood up and headed to the bathroom to deal with the rest of his frustration. As absurd as it was, the incident left Alicia uneasy for days.

As Christmas approached, the city bustled with activity, industries went into overdrive. Alicia jumped at the opportunity and set up meetings with a number of investors. Thanks to Gerry's contacts, everything fell into place perfectly and the negotiations went surprisingly well.

After one of the meetings with his investors, he called Gerry to invite him to dinner.

Gerry's response caught her off guard. I didn't do much, really. It was Caden who set it all in motion. I only organized the meetings.

Alicia's heart sank. Memories of the day he had fought with Caden flooded his mind. Despite their fight over the gallery project, it seemed like she was still reaping the benefits of her foresight.

Thank her for me, will you, Alicia said, resigned.

Gerry laughed, always conciliatory. Why don't you thank him yourself.

Her pulse quickened, but she kept her tone steady. He's busy. I wouldn't want to bother him.

Sensing his reluctance, Gerry didn't insist any further.

Well, it's your first adventure. There will be setbacks along the way. If you're ever in a bind and don't want to call Caden, call me.

Thank you, Mr. Hopkins, Alicia replied, her gratitude genuine. I really appreciate it.

After exchanging a few polite words, Alicia hung up, feeling a deep tiredness take over her. He had been running at full speed for days, barely taking breaks to breathe. Now that the most urgent tasks were finished, all he wanted to do was lie down in bed. But there was still dinner with the investors, at seven o'clock.

With a weary glance at the clock, he squared his shoulders, composed himself, and returned to work.

Meanwhile, Yolanda stayed in Caden's office. They were both about to leave work.

He had come to Warrington with a clear objective: to help Caden with the crucial chip development project. It was in its early stages and there was no room for error. But Caden, concerned about his health, wasn't going to let him push himself too hard.

It's time to eat, he said, his tone brisk and serious. I'll have the driver take you back to the Joy Mansion.

Yolanda hesitated and a soft smile curved her lips. I didn't want the evening to end. Blinking shyly, she asked quietly: Caden, could I join you for dinner.

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