The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 527:

Meanwhile, Alicia had assumed Caden wouldn’t be coming home, so she showered early and tried to sleep.

Yet, rest eluded her, an uneasy feeling lingering.

When Caden returned, he only glanced into the master bedroom before heading to the couch, settling in for the night.

Hearing his movements, Alicia got up and quietly approached him.

She found him lying there with a weariness she rarely saw.

Noticing her, he asked, “You’re still awake?”

Alicia moved closer and instinctively held his hand.

“Are you tired?”

Caden rarely let his exhaustion show around her, but tonight, as soon as he lay down, he sank into the cushions, too drained even to speak.

“Yeah, I’m worn out,” he admitted, barely opening his eyes.

“Good night.”

Touched by his fatigue, Alicia slipped off her slippers and curled up beside him on the couch.

Caden frowned.

“I haven’t showered.”

Dressed in a soft, white gown, Alicia was clean and fresh; he didn’t want to disrupt that.

Embarrassed to admit she simply wanted his company, she whispered, “Just sleep.

You’re talking too much.” Understanding, he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.

Soon, his steady breathing filled the room, and Alicia found herself finally at peace, drifting into a deep sleep.

However, Caden was gone when she woke up at dawn.

She assumed he’d left for work until she heard a faint clatter from the kitchen.

Curious, she went to check and found him making breakfast.

Seeing him at the counter, memories of his past mishaps in the kitchen surfaced, and she moved over quickly.

“What are you up to now?”

Refreshed and in high spirits, Caden was expertly toasting bread, his hands deft and sure.

Alicia stared, impressed by the warm, fragrant toast.

“Since when did you get this good?”

He grinned.

“I had a pastry chef show me a few things in Terriland.”

Alicia washed her hands and joined him.

She picked up a knife to slice the bread and found it to be practically rock-solid.

Alicia paused suddenly.

“What’s the matter?” Caden asked.

She wiggled the knife with an unreadable expression.

“It’s… harder than I expected.”

Hearing this, Caden glanced at his lower abdomen and smirked.

“What’s hard?”

Testing the loaf, Alicia realized it was as hard as a brick.

She gave it a playful thump against the counter to make her point.

The loud bang echoed through the kitchen.

Alicia was left shocked.

Caden frowned in confusion.

“Who’s knocking at the door?”

Alicia almost burst out laughing from sheer exasperation.

“You’re so good at playing dumb, aren’t you, Mr.

Ward?” Realizing that there was no point in keeping up the pretense, Caden picked up the bread and inspected it.

It felt light, but it was definitely hard.

How was that even possible?

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