The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 22:

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As soon as Caden finished speaking, Gerry's eyes snapped open. It took him a few seconds to process that Caden was standing next to him.

Eyes wide, Gerry removed his headphones and asked, confused, “When did you get here?”

"Right now, actually."

Caden had arrived late, so Alicia had already finished recording the song. There was no way she was going to perform it again just because he had walked in. Not that it mattered, Caden wasn't particularly interested in music. He was there to have fun, nothing more.

But Gerry's reaction was something else entirely. "It's exactly what I imagined; in fact, more than I expected. No wonder he can compete with you for the top spot. He's very talented, Caden."

Caden studied him, intrigued. Gerry, a man rarely impressed, especially when he came to other artists, seemed unusually enthusiastic.

“Oh, yeah?” Caden replied, his tone deliberately nonchalant. “I guess I’m going to lose our bet.”

“You better get that groundwork ready for the handover,” Gerry joked with a smirk as he handed the lyric sheet to Caden. “Don't feel too bad about missing the recording session. Here, check out his lyrics instead. Maybe you can learn a thing or two from his lyrics.”

Caden picked up the piece of paper and scanned the page silently. He let out a sigh, raising an eyebrow. “I thought your movie was about Transformers fighting zombies. Why are the lyrics so… heartfelt?”

“What?” Gerry's mood changed instantly. His bright eyes narrowed, irritation creeping into his tone. “Zombies”? Really? It's a heartwarming sci-fi movie. Didn't I send you a copy? Haven’t you seen it?”

“Oh, I don't watch cartoons,” Caden replied nonchalantly.

Gerry snapped indignantly. “It's 3D animation! It's not a cartoon. “I spent

that moment, the door

and stared. The warm light from the recording booth spilled into the room, casting

let's wrap things up for

this, Gerry looked at

a spot at an exclusive rooftop restaurant downtown.

her features. But declining the invitation would not sit well

the passenger seat, while Alicia and Caden shared the backseat. Without saying anything to each other, they gravitated toward their respective windows, the space between them just wide enough

listings for the best properties. He was looking for photos of expensive and hard-to-find properties. Smiling brightly, he even showed a few to Caden. “What do

the photos with disdain, his tone cold. “Why don't you go get the White House

I'll take it,” Gerry joked without missing a beat.

of these,” Gerry said,

slight smirk. “Careful. You don’t want

head, his gaze sharp. She quickly stiffened, pretending to be absorbed in the scenery outside. Her long, wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders, partially obscuring her face.

anything, but his gaze lingered for a

at the restaurant, Caden and Gerry quickly left. Alicia, however, remained in her seat. “Mr. Hopkins,” she called with an apologetic smile, “come in. “I need to touch up

“There's no hurry. When you're ready, tell the concierge to bring

"Thank you."

quick glance before heading to the entrance. Beside him, Gerry strolled casually, recounting the latest showbiz gossip as if nothing

stopped dead

left my phone in the

clearly unconvinced, and cast a suspicious glance at the