The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback
Chapter 226

Chapter 226:

Alicia couldn't fully understand what was happening, but her lips had already responded to his. Their mouths moved together instinctively, and their tongues intertwined, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The feeling was so real.

Alicia began to wonder if she was really in the afterlife. Caden took a sip of water and gave it to her gently, repeating the gesture carefully, over and over.

Soon his lips became numb and his face began to hurt. Only then did he try to pull away. As soon as she did, Caden playfully bit her soft skin, showing his displeasure. She let out a small moan of pain.

At that moment, she realized that she was not dead. The memories I had before were just a dream. Once the glass was empty, Caden wiped his lips and looked at her.

Do you want more, he asked.

Alicia shook her head, feeling satisfied. She had gotten used to the idea that she was still alive, but there was something that puzzled her.

How did you know about my dream, she asked. How did he know she had dreamed of hell

Caden put down the glass and smiled mockingly. Because you were talking in your dreams, he responded.

Alicia was shocked.

Seriously, she was talking in her sleep

The revelation took her by surprise and it was difficult for her to believe it. That can't be true, he muttered.

Without saying a word, Caden pulled out his phone and played a recording. His own voice filled the room.

I like you... a lot. You are handsome, fit, and exceptionally skilled in bed. Alicia was mortified.

The voice on the recording was unmistakable, too clear to be a sleep conversation. Worse yet, Caden wasn't just listening; I was talking to her.

I love sleeping with you. It makes me feel incredible, the recording continued.

Alicia's heart sank as the words continued to sound.

Realizing what was happening, a surge of adrenaline coursed through her. . She stood up and desperately reached for the phone, but Caden deftly moved it out of her reach.

I love being in your arms. I love the way you fuck me, the way you look at me and kiss me.

Before I could finish the sentence, panic took over Alicia.

Caden! Caden! Turn it off now! he shouted.

Caden didn't bother to turn it off, but his shout drowned out the last word.

The recording stopped abruptly.

Alicia blushed. of shame. He glared at him. How could you do this to me?

Caden gave a sly smile. I forced you with a knife to your throat to say those things.

Alicia had no answer.

She wanted to reply but couldn't find anything to say. Without saying anything else, he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Caden mindlessly played with his phone. It seems I have more of an advantage over you now, Alicia.

Instead of losing her composure, Alicia found a strange sense of calm in her embarrassment.

She composed herself and replied: Power In In any case, she was just being honest. You're good in bed, right.

Caden's smile widened. And you just admitted that you like me.

Alicia remained silent. Acknowledging her feelings seemed more humiliating than talking about their physical connection.

She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of an answer.

When they finished eating, the innkeeper arrived to change her bandages. When Alicia took off her clothes, she discovered that she had dark bruises scattered across her body from falling down the mountainside.

Her shoulder was fractured, and back pain suggested possible spinal injuries.

When Caden left the room, Alicia turned to the innkeeper.

Was he hurt badly? Alicia asked.

The innkeeper raised an eyebrow, looking slightly amused. . You mean that man. He's not your boyfriend

Alicia looked down, shaking her head. No, it's not.

Ah, yes Then why did you go to so much trouble to save him? When I found you, he was on top of you, practically suffocating you in the snow. You were barely breathing. How far did you take him? Your bones are broken.

Alicia paused, trying to piece together the vague memory of what happened just before she lost consciousness.

At that moment, nothing more He cared. Her only thought had been to save him. He had acted on pure instinct, but now, looking back, it seemed foolish. Softly, he whispered, Please don't tell him any of this.

Before the innkeeper could respond, the door creaked and Caden entered.

He was carrying a set of clothes. clean in one hand and looked between them. Don't tell me what

Alicia looked surprised. It's nothing.

Sensing the tension, the innkeeper smiled knowingly and excused herself from the room.

Caden handed Alicia a freshly laundered shirt. Here, put this on.

Without saying a word, he put it over his head. Caden had borrowed the clothes from the innkeeper's husband, who was not around.

The three of them were the only ones in the small, quiet inn.

Alicia gazed at the black sky as the coal, while the snow continued to fall. You managed to communicate with the rescue team.

Yes. They know we are safe, but the snow has blocked the road. They will take a week to arrive.

Alicia blinked in surprise. A whole week.

However, with the injuries they both had, the idea of ​​resting here for so long didn't seem so bad.

As the night wore on, Caden realized a bath, although the effort almost exhausted him. When he finally came out, he went straight to Alicia's bed and settled in without hesitation.

Are you staying here? Alicia asked, feeling tense.

Caden saw no reason to complicate things. . There is no room anywhere else. Unless you don't want me here, he replied.

Alicia placed her hands firmly on his chest, trying to create some space between them. We shouldn't share a bed. I am a woman, you are a man. It's better that we sleep separately to avoid unnecessary situations.

She didn't say it outright, but Caden easily understood her hesitation.

Ignoring her protest, he pulled her into his arms. Have you ever heard of the Moss family of Averibon?

Alicia, still in pain, could barely respond. His voice came out muffled when he said, Yes.

The Wards and the Mosses have known each other for a long time. For generations we have been united, both by friendship and business. More than twenty years ago, Dorian Moss was at the top of the scientific world, and his daughter, Yolanda, inherited that brilliance. I need your knowledge for something important.

Alicia paused for a moment, suddenly remembering the business card that Yolanda had given her.

Yolanda has nothing to do with me romantically. It only works for me. You understand.

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