The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 147:

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Alicia felt her knees buckle at the number. “Caden, you shameless bastard!” she blurred out, her voice filled with frustration and disbelief.

Caden, unfazed by her outburst, laughed softly. For someone her age, he thought, her behavior was downright childish.

He leaned back lazily in his chair, rubbing his chin as if deep in thought. “What an insult. You must be very angry. Hmm, how about twenty-eight times then?”

Alice's eyes narrowed, her stubbornness hardening her resolve. "Eleven times," she replied, her tone firm.

“Is that your final offer?” Caden mocked, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. “If you insult me ​​a few more times, I might consider coming down.”

"So, are we okay with eleven times?"

He clicked his tongue in disappointment and shook his head slightly. “Did I say I was going to listen to you?” His gaze sharpened and he began to calculate. “Let’s see, twenty-eight times less your period equals an average of two times a day.”

Alice was speechless, unable to process his absurd reasoning.

Caden, however, seemed to enjoy her frustration. He leaned closer to her, his voice dripping with playful menace. “So, do we do it once in the morning and once at night, or both at night? Don’t worry, I’m flexible.”

Alice couldn't take it anymore.

“Okay!” He finally gave in, unable to muster the energy to continue fighting. “Twelve times, okay?”

Caden, amused by her attempt at negotiation, stopped playing with her. “Fifteen times, plus three meals a day.”

Alice's murderous glare could have set him on fire. "You add five times as much and expect me to cook for you? Not in your dreams!"

"Okay. I won't force you if you don't want to cook."

Caden shrugged, offering a petulant alternative. “Okay, no cooking then. But that still means five times as much in bed.”

Alice struggled to find words, but eventually settled for a resigned sigh.

"Caden, aren't you afraid I'll cut you if you push me too hard?"

He looked at her, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Well, the knives at home aren't sharp enough for that. You'll probably need a chainsaw. “They sell them at the hardware store downstairs, but it’s closed now.”

Alice looked at him, her lips pursed in a mixture of fury and helplessness.

It was absolutely impossible.

collapse, he knew perfectly well

swallow your pride? No

you would never taste my food

smile deepening. “So, five more times in

silence stretched on,

a long, defeated sigh

hovered over the keyboard, clenching tightly as she fought the

and

want you to apologize," she demanded, her voice low but

wanted him to at least show some remorse

indifference. “I don't

Alice's heart sank.

knew there was no winning against him. Still, she pressed the keyboard, refusing

he looked at her. “Alicia,” he said

saw that the cunning of before was gone, replaced by something far

cold-blooded snake; his very presence sent shivers down

anger. “Before the agreement is over, if either of us

all. "And what consequences

with a sharpness that matched her gaze. “A public apology posted on the Internet, chemical castration, and a ten billion dollar payment

this, Caden's

Chemical castration?

spine, and although she would never admit it, she felt a phantom pain, an

had already

had already been together once, that left the unfortunate reality of an average of once a

to avoid him at every turn, looking for excuses

in no

could only evade

hesitated, but eventually answered, still simmering with anger she hadn't yet let go. “What do you want?” he asked, his

tone was cold and matter-of-fact. “Don't you want what Randolph

immediately replaced

course I want

to my

felt relieved, at least he wasn't calling her

wasted no time and hurried

was leaving work. A

his

smile back. "What's got you