The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 365:

Alicia protested, her voice tinged with frustration.

“Caden, let go of me!”

He seemed not to hear her.

Gently, he pushed aside her long hair to admire her graceful neck.

It was exquisite, captivating.

He felt mesmerized by every inch of it.

He pressed his lips against her skin.

Alicia stiffened at the sensation of his dry lips, too startled to move.

Caden’s kiss was gentle but deliberate.

He let his fingers trace her waist, but nothing more—he refrained from making any bold advances.

He slowly began kissing her cheek.

Alicia’s expression grew colder, her tone sharp.

“Caden.”

His eyes glimmered with an almost imperceptible hint of red.

She couldn’t tell whether it was born of lust or love.

Her tempting lips were just within reach.

He only needed to lean in slightly to taste them—a temptation he couldn’t resist.

But, despite the pull of desire, he forced himself to restrain his impulses, his voice low and serious.

“Alicia, if I don’t touch you, will you choose to be with me?”

Alicia’s eyes flickered, curiosity sparking within her.

What were his intentions now?

Caden pressed on, “I can manage, but you must give me a timeline.”

She remained silent, hesitant.

“How long would it take? Three months? Six months? It doesn’t matter to me.

I can endure the wait,” he murmured softly.

Alicia replied, her voice steady, “What if I said ten years, or even twenty? Could you wait that long?”

Caden hesitated.

It felt as though he were being tortured.

In the realm of business, he was astute.

He understood how to read people’s psychology, skillfully blending truth with deception to secure his deals.

He could apply the same tactics with Alicia.

Yet, he recognized her sharpness; he wouldn’t dare use those strategies on her, knowing he couldn’t afford any missteps.

He fell silent for a few moments before finally saying, “Yes, I can.” He buried his face in her neck, trying to convince himself.

“I can, Alicia.”

Alicia couldn’t help but chuckle.

“In twenty years, you’ll be forty-six,” she remarked, her tone unwavering.

“Will you even be able to… perform?”

Caden felt anger rise within him, his veins throbbing at his temples.

“Don’t even think about forty-six.

Even at sixty, I’ll still be just as energetic as ever.”

Alicia smirked, tilting her face slightly upward.

They were so close now that her movement brought their faces nearly together.

Their warm breaths mingled, the air charged with a spark just waiting to ignite.

Caden felt a surge of desire flood through him.

Alicia sensed it, too.

She wanted to pull away but found herself frozen in place.

She scoffed, “Mr.

Ward, your self-control leaves much to be desired.

Forget ten years; I doubt you could last ten seconds.”

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