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.

speed and precision, quickly

you done this

replied, completely focused

raised an eyebrow. “How did you get

to

the lasagna was removed from the oven, the rich aroma filled the room, its warmth driving

him, taking advantage of the proximity of the table to prolong

soon lose themselves in each

leaned towards her,

pressed her hand over her mouth, her cheeks

at her, his gaze intense, filled with an overwhelming intensity. “Do you have something

herself sinking under the

murmured

barely audible. Caden feigned

But before she could finish, a

as the night stretched on,

and lay weakly

gently played

that her thoughts began

"Caden," I murmured.

he asked, pressing his

"I'm happy," she whispered.

his arms still around her waist, before

closed. “You should say the same. It’s

Caden replied, feeling the warmth of her breath on his skin, brushing her hair softly against

her hair back, again

going to say it back? Caden, I even

was soft and childlike, heavy with sleep. Her words trailed off as tiredness took

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

hear you say it. But you refuse

next year, they may no longer

expression was hidden in the

to

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

week later, the painting