The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback
Chapter 246

Chapter 246:

Gerry stormed off, muttering curses under his breath.

Even after he got off the cruise ship, his anger clung to him like a heavy cloak.

She turned, her voice full of bitterness.

“Caden, you are an asshole! I never want to see your face again.

”

Hank stood by the car, frozen like a mannequin.

“Mr.

Hopkins, I did everything I could to stop you, but you wouldn’t listen to me.

”

Gerry glared at him and added a few swear words.

Hank could only stand there, speechless.

The two men climbed into their respective cars, whose engines roared as they drove away in opposite directions.

Once its taillights disappeared into the night, another vehicle emerged from the shadows and crept forward until it parked under the branches of a tree.

Yolanda sat behind the wheel, her eyes fixed on the cruise ship.

In the darkness of the night, everything seemed eerily still, the stillness tinged with an undeniable romanticism.

Then, without warning, a dazzling burst of fireworks exploded in the sky, breaking the silence with a thunderous crash.

The spectacle was magnificent, illuminating the skies in a kaleidoscope of light and color, momentarily banishing the night as if it were day.

On the deck of the cruise ship, two figures intertwine under the ethereal glow of fireworks.

They kissed, their forms outlined against the vibrant sky, while the wind swirled around them.

Caden pressed his lips passionately against Alicia's neck, his hands tugging impatiently at the bothersome fabric of her dress.

Yolanda's eyes filled with tears, the sight cutting through her heart like a serrated blade.

She quickly looked away, her breathing ragged and labored.

Her hands clenched on the steering wheel, knuckles white with tension.

A tempest of jealousy and fury churned inside her, threatening to crush her composure.

Meanwhile, Caden trailed soft kisses down the bridge of Alicia's nose, his lips lingering as if he were savoring the moment.

The tip of his nose felt cold against her warm skin.

He loosened his hold, his voice a low murmur, tender and full of concern.

"Are you cold?"

Alicia put her delicate arms around his waist and shook her head.

The wind ruffled her silky hair, revealing her soft neck and rosy cheeks.

Her eyes sparkled like a sorceress's under the soft light, and her charm drew him towards her.

Caden gasped for a moment, captivated by her beauty.

Then, without hesitation, he picked her up and carried her inside.

Alice protested: “I want to see the fireworks!”

"You can see them through the windows," he replied, losing his patience.

As he carried her in his arms, he lifted the hem of her long dress and his hands slid up her thighs.

The feel of her soft skin made him lose himself for a moment, and his touch lingered as he caressed her again and again.

Just as they walked through the door, urgency took over.

Alice made a soft sound, her cheeks flushing as she buried her face in his neck.

Suddenly remembering something, she raised her head and said seriously, “You didn’t use any protection!”

Caden's dark eyes met hers, intense and electric, a storm of emotions brewing beneath the surface.

“I’ll deal with that in a moment,” he replied, his voice thick with desire and his breathing growing more labored with each step.

“Let me savor this a little longer.

”

When he finished, Alice lay stretched out on the plush carpet, her long hair cascading around her like a dark halo.

A delicate blanket barely covered her waist, leaving her back exposed.

Her slender back showed the unmistakable marks of her passion: light bites and tender kisses adorned her skin.

Her fragile waist, marked with bruises, told the story of Caden's fervent grip.

Caden looked at her, another surge of desire rising within him.

But seeing her completely spent, he held back.

It had been a long day and they had already used up three condoms.

If he pressed her any further, she would definitely get angry.

Restless and yearning, Caden lit a cigarette, the faint glow of the ember illuminating his chiseled features.

Alice propped herself up on her elbows and looked at him with silent curiosity.

Caden took a drag on his cigarette, his striking, magnetic features illuminated by the dim light.

As he exhaled, the smoke curled around him, effortlessly adding to his attractiveness.

Alicia felt a fluttering in her heart, an inexplicable attraction that drove her to enter into his embrace.

He looked down at her lovely figure with open admiration.

His eyes lingered, warm and intense, as if memorizing every detail of her.

Leaning against his chest, her voice came out soft and rough.

“Is the cigarette nice?”

Suddenly she realized that she had no idea what brand of cigarettes Caden preferred.

The aroma was not as strong as those he had smelled before.

Its fresh, subtle tobacco scent seemed to reflect him: irresistible, refined, and impossible to resist.

He took the cigarette from his lips, his voice deep and inviting.

"Do you want to try?"

Without waiting for her response, he pressed his mouth against hers.

The tip of his tongue brushed the faint trace of smoke remaining on his lips.

It was a mixture of euphoria and bitterness, an unfamiliar taste that left her breathless.

A warmth enveloped her, radiating from him and seeping into her core.

She didn't push him away.

Before she knew it, she was lost in his kisses again, their passion rekindling as naturally as a spark igniting.

Caden, mesmerized by her, murmured softly, “Let me stay like this a little longer.

Then we can get cleaned up.

How about that?”

Alice felt her cheeks blush, but she couldn't refuse.

Caden pulled the thin blanket over their entwined bodies, holding her close.

Breaking the quiet intimacy of the moment, Alice's curiosity surfaced.

"Are you thinking of marrying someone?"

Caden lazily opened his half-closed eyes, his expression a mix of irritation and amusement.

“What’s the point of that question?”

Alice blinked, slightly taken aback.

“If you’re not, then why the big surprise?”

She knew Caden well enough to understand that he wouldn't go to such extremes without a purpose.

He chuckled, clearly amused by her line of questioning.

With a playful nudge, he teased, “What if I really am? Would you crash the wedding?”

Alice's eyes widened in surprise.

“You have an exaggerated idea of ​​my capabilities,” Alice said, shaking her head.

“With all the enemies you’ve made, I can imagine armed guards surrounding the wedding venue.

I would never pull that off.

”

Caden persisted, his tone both mocking and inquisitive.

“So, you’d just stand by and watch me tie the knot with someone else?”

"What other choice have I?" Alice replied, her curiosity now piqued.

He stared at her, unblinking, as if searching for something hidden in her eyes.

A mysterious smile appeared on his lips.

“I see.

Alice stifled a yawn and shifted slightly, her body growing tired.

“Time to get up,” she murmured.

“We should wash up and get some sleep.

”

Caden, however, had other plans.

He grabbed her by the waist and held her against him.

Alice felt a chill run through her body.

“You… What do you think you’re doing?”

Despite assuring her it would be the last time, Caden silenced her with a kiss, rekindling their passionate embrace.

“Alicia,” he murmured between kisses, “you have made me incredibly happy today.

”

Later, as they lay entwined once more, Caden leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear.

He whispered sweet words to her, but Alice instinctively covered her ears, her voice tinged with playful skepticism.

“They say a man’s words can never be trusted at times like this.

”

For a moment, Caden was speechless.

Then, as if shifting gears, he began to tell his story about Lina.

Alice suddenly felt very awake.

“Are you really going to create an intelligent robot that will completely replace humans?”

“Of course,” he replied without hesitation, his voice brimming with enthusiasm.

Rather than dampening her enthusiasm, Alice's response was sincere: "I really hope you make it.

"

“It’s almost finished,” Caden said, his tone full of pride.

“Yolanda has been instrumental in the project.

”