The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 163:

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Caden finished his shower and walked out, noticing Alicia busy in the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” he asked, coming up behind her.

Alice didn't look up as she replied, "I know it's late, but I suddenly felt like having lasagna."

Most of the preparation was already done.

Seeing her like this lifted Caden's spirits.

"Why are you going to all this trouble? We could just order takeout."

“It's late, and it's cold outside. Most people are probably already asleep. No one would want to be woken up to make lasagna,” Alice replied.

Caden chuckled.

I knew there were plenty of places that delivered at any time for the right price.

However, I appreciated that Alice wanted to do it herself.

I have leaned a little closer to her.

"When did you get the ingredients for this?"

Alice felt his warm breath on her skin and shifted slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable. “This afternoon.

Earlier that day, after cooling down from their argument, I remembered how Jerald had scolded Caden, and how he hadn't eaten much afterwards.

Feeling guilty, she decided to do him something. She thought lasagna would be the easiest option.

Caden watched her closely, realizing that she had made the lasagna for his sake.

As she skillfully moved her hands over the ingredients, something stirred inside him. The urge to help her grew stronger, and he couldn't resist.

After washing his hands, he joined her in the kitchen and helped her finish the lasagna.

tomatoes with surprising speed and precision,

this before?”

Caden replied, completely focused on

an eyebrow. “How did

quick to record

rich aroma filled the room, its

of the proximity of the table to prolong the moment

themselves in each

condom after another. Caden felt satisfied and leaned towards her, biting her ear lightly. “That

hand over her mouth, her cheeks

filled with an overwhelming intensity. “Do

felt herself sinking under the weight

murmured breathlessly.

audible. Caden feigned

her. “No… I meant…” But before she could finish, a soft moan

as the night stretched on, shrouded in

a shower and lay

and Caden gently played with a

felt so sleepy that her thoughts began

"Caden," I murmured.

he asked, pressing his

"I'm happy," she whispered.

his arms still around her waist,

closed. “You should say

warmth of her breath on his skin, brushing

pushed her hair

back? Caden, I even

with sleep. Her words trailed

at the childish tone in his voice. “Why is it so important that you

it. But you refuse to say it. You're an idiot. “This is the first winter

year, they may no longer

hidden in the darkness. “I guess

for him to

she murmured. "It doesn't matter anymore." Then

week later, the painting