The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 470:

“Leftovers are for pets.

Are you trying to compete with a dog now?”

“What are you saying, Caden? I helped you vent your anger by filming an adult movie in Corey’s place, and you won’t even let me have leftovers? Should I just jump out of the car and run into traffic?”

Caden said nothing, but the click of the passenger door unlocking was clear.

Gerry’s jaw dropped open.

Caden glanced sideways at him.

“What are you waiting for? Do you need me to open the door and toss you out myself?”

Alicia didn’t need any instructions from Caden; she simply prepared two extra dishes for them.

When Caden left for the police station, he called the officers to find out exactly what Gerry had done to land himself in trouble.

Gerry had gone out of his way to harass Corey—all in support of Caden.

Naturally, Alicia felt grateful to him.

When Caden returned home and opened the door, the aroma of freshly cooked food greeted him.

He glanced at Alicia.

“You don’t have to pamper him like this,” he remarked, though Gerry was already grinning and heading to wash his hands.

As he scrubbed his hands, Gerry grumbled, “Caden, you’re heartless! That dog of yours hasn’t known you nearly as long as I have, and yet you treat him better than me.”

Alicia looked puzzled.

“Huh? What do you mean by that?”

Drying his hands, Gerry explained, “I told him I’d come over to eat the leftovers, and he said those were for the dog.”

Alicia stifled a laugh, her lips twitching.

Caden sat down, barely glancing up.

“At least the dog wags his tail for me after he eats.

What can you do? Direct some lowbrow flick?”

Gerry was momentarily speechless.

Alicia raised an eyebrow, glancing at Gerry.

“Mr.

Hopkins, what exactly drove you to do all that?”

Gerry, though often shameless, felt a bit awkward being called out in front of others.

“I did it to ruffle Corey’s feathers, that’s all.”

Caden shook his head.

“You’re just sabotaging yourself to annoy him.

He can pack up and move on, but that little stunt of yours will stay online forever.

Just look at your social media—your fans are heartbroken.”

Gerry stuffed a chicken wing into his mouth, savoring the tender, fragrant meat as it practically fell off the bone with just a slight press of his lips.

He sighed with contentment.

“No need to check my social media.

Even if I hadn’t pulled this stupid stunt today, people would still be criticizing me.”

Caden thought back to Gerry’s last movie.

Despite its massive budget, it had flopped, and Gerry’s reputation as a director was largely propped up by aggressive marketing.

After eating his fill, Gerry slouched back in his chair, letting the meal settle.

Alicia called the housekeeper to clear the table, then put apples and hawthorn in a small pot to brew a digestive drink.

She poured each of them a glass.

As they sipped, Caden lowered his gaze to his phone, casually browsing for a watch to buy Gerry.

Absurd as Gerry’s actions were today, he had ultimately done it for Caden’s sake and deserved a reward.

While filling in the address, Caden asked, “Where are you staying these days?”

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