The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 166: ????? Hank's jaw dropped. Had Caden really said that? I never imagined Caden could be so blunt.

Alice was equally surprised. She stared for a few seconds before stammering, “Well...” At that point, Caden lost his patience and walked away. Alicia ran after him. "We have rooms! "All kinds of rooms." She didn't dare raise her voice with so many people around, staying close to Caden and almost colliding with him.

Once they left the airport, Caden finally slowed down, and Alicia almost ran into him. She frowned at the billboard and said, "Keep that thing away from me." Alice sighed at her irritability. "I just made this. It's new." "New doesn't always mean clean,” he replied.

His comment left her speechless.

Noticing her rolling her eyes, he said, "What are you stalling for? You wantedto book a room, so guide me." "Don't you recognize me?" asked Alice, with confusion in her eyes.

"No, I don't know who you are," Caden replied.

This left Alice stupefied.

"Who the hell are you kidding, Caden?" he has muttered to himself.

She knew that if he didn't really know who she was, he wouldn't be committing to her at all.

But she didn't want to pretend anymore; the cold was biting and she just wanted to go home. She took off her mask and exhaled deeply. "It's me, Alicia. Let's get in the car and talk." Caden raised an eyebrow. "The inn is only a ten-minute walk away. Why do we need a car?" Once again, Alice fell silent.

He rubbed his frozen hands together and shoved them into his pockets, frowning at the biting cold.

Caden noticed her discomfort.

She turned to Hank, who stood nearby, eager to catch every word.

"Take the car," Caden ordered.

Hank hesitated, not wanting to miss anything. "I thought we were walking," he said. Caden narrowed his eyes. "If you prefer, I'll drive and you can walk back on your own." Realizing he was tempting fate, Hank fell silent and headed off to find the car.

Caden tried to offer his coat to Alicia, but before he could, she had already hurried away.

When she returned, she was carrying a bouquet of fresh, light green flowers.

The flowers looked vibrant and beautiful.

She approached Caden in a quiet corner and handed them to him with a smile. "Welcback," she said.

He was surprised by the sudden gesture and instinctively accepted the flowers. He remained silent for a few moments.

"Are these for me?" I have asked.

Alicia looked around and noticed that several people were already watching Caden.

With his striking appearance, he attracted attention wherever he went.

Worried that she would be recognized, Alice quickly put her mask back on. “Let's continue this conversation in the car," she suggested.

Once inside the car, Caden sets the flowers aside.

He turned to her, staring at her.

Alice rubbed her hands vigorously against the cold, but the redness of her nose betrayed the persistent chill. She asked, "So, do you feel warm and comfortable now?" Caden sensed something was wrong.

I already had an idea of what was going on.

Despite that, I clung to a shred of hope.

He asked, "Is this the surprise you have prepared for me?" Alice looked completely innocent.

"Yes, I cto pick you up," he replied. He pointed at the bouquet of flowers. "Don't you like them?" Caden didn't know what to say.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated.

Seeing his reaction, Alice said, "I dressed like that to avoid being recognized." Caden tried to hide his anger. "You call pickingup a surprise?" Alice stared at him, blinking in confusion.

"You have everything but love. After working hard for days, wouldn't you want someone to welcyou home?" I have asked.

Again he was speechless.

He pursed his lips and replied, "I've been dealing with family issues, but that doesn't mean I'm lonely or desperate for affection." Alice didn't know what to answer.

Caden realized she might not understand his point of view. He softened his tone and added, "There's still tto plan a real surprise." However, Alice didn't see it that way.

He pointed at the flowers. "I've already spent the money." Caden looked and said, "Hank, these flowers are yours." Alice couldn't believe it. Her jaw dropped in disbelief.

"Caden is so infuriating!" she thought.

He turned to look out the window, muttering under his breath, "Fine, forget about surprises." Caden saw her out of the corner of his eye. From where he was sitting, he could see part of her face. She looked so indifferent at that moment.

However, his aloof attitude didn't bother him; Instead, he found her braided pigtails rather intriguing. He knew she didn't do them for him.

Still, it was nice to look at them.

Throughout the journey, Alice kept her hands in her pockets.

I have preferred to remain silent.

Caden didn't try to talk to her; he immersed himself in his work.

He listened intently, his eyes fixed on the laptop screen. Suddenly, his expression darkened. I have closed the laptop and put it aside.

Lost in his thoughts, he accidentally bumped into Alice. She clicked her tongue in annoyance, her face showing clear impatience.

Caden fell silent, just staring at her sternly.

Then he closed his eyes and told Hank, "Tomorrow morning, fire the new project managers. "Replace them." Hank agreed. "Understood, Mr. Ward." Alice looked away.

He had previously listened to everything that the laptop touched. He realized that the new product lacked innovation and would probably fail in the domestic market. He also knew that Caden was not happy with the employees' revised plans, which explained his bad mood.

"Domestic and international tastes are not the same. Here people respond Youshumnete emotional appeal.

skip traditional methods and focus on attracting the younger generation," Alicia said. Caden replied, "And how much money do young people have?"

"They may not be rich, but if you lower your prices and accept smaller profits, you can still succeed, she argued. Nt's called small profits, but quick returns. Have you forgotten how things work here after spending so many years abroad?" Caden stared at her, his expression unreadable.

Profits no longer mattered to him.

Leaning towards her, he said, "Are you trying to start an argument? With that attitude, you're just asking for trouble."