The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback
Chapter 83

Chapter 83:

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Alicia had grown accustomed to Caden's peculiar behavior, so she didn't feel the need to argue. Deciding to take the easy way out, she went ahead and ordered groceries for delivery.

“What do you want to eat?” I have asked, trying to keep it simple.

Caden, eyes closed, lazily replied, “Whatever. “I don’t care.”

Although he claimed to be indifferent, Alice already knew him well enough.

"How about some fish soup and a light beef stir-fry?" I have suggested.

As expected, Caden, always the picky eater, rejected his idea. “I don't like fish soup.”

“So, how about veal?” she offered.

"I don't want to see either."

Alice was surprised by his answer. She tried not to lose her patience and said: "You are sick and your throat hurts. How about something easy to digest? Maybe a light soup?"

"I'll get hungry again too soon. I have work later," he replied nonchalantly.

"In that case, eat something heavier," she countered.

"That will only make me run to the bathroom more. It's too much of a hassle."

Alice was getting more and more upset.

"What do you think of pasta? It would go well with mushrooms," I suggested.

“I hate the taste of mushrooms,” Caden replied flatly.

Through gritted teeth, Alice asked, "Then what on earth do you want to eat?"

Caden lightly tapped his forehead and replied, “Anything is fine.”

This time Alice couldn't contain her frustration. She snapped at him: "Eat whatever you want. I give up!"

At that moment, Caden's phone range. He calmly picked it up and answered, "Hello?"

Hank's voice came through clearly. “Mr. Ward, there's a meeting scheduled for this afternoon. “Will you be joining us online?”

Without missing a beat, Caden nonchalantly replied, “Oh? Do you have any more information on what Randolph did?”

Hank felt a wave of confusion wash over him. He had no idea what his boss was referring to.

Alicia looked at Caden, puzzled. Who are you talking to? I never mentioned Randolph, she thought, confused by the sudden change in conversation.

When she looked in his direction, Caden rubbed his forehead in irritation. “There's no need for that. I've changed my mind; “I don’t want them anymore.”

Hank, still puzzled, asked, “What do you mean?”

Alice stood up, clearly frustrated. “What about the shrimp? “I can make you some scrambled eggs, too.”

Hank, hearing a woman's voice in the background, quickly turned up the volume, eager to catch more of the conversation.

Caden ended the call with a satisfied smile on his face. “I can live with that.”

Alice was speechless again. What a pain!

Caden chuckled to himself, fully aware of her silent irritation, but he chose to remain silent. Before long, the groceries arrived at the door and Alicia carried them into the kitchen.

Every now and then, she heard Caden cough softly from the other room. Looking back, she realized he was already sitting at his desk, absorbed in his work.

When he was quiet, he seemed rather handsome. It was a shame he had such a sharp tongue.

Alice peeled a pear and put it in a small bowl. She sprinkled a little sugar over the fruit, thinking that it would be a good source of nutrition for him, especially since the doctor had mentioned that he was feeling weak today.

After covering the pot, she looked around and found that the cupboards were completely empty. It was as if no one had ever lived in the apartment.

She pulled out her phone and ordered several things. The cost quickly added up, and the total left her a little dazed.

“Caden, you're going to refund me for everything I bought, right?” she asked, a little exasperated.

Caden raised an eyebrow. “How much was it?”

Alice looked at the receipt, her eyes wide. The total came to over three thousand dollars.

"Three hundred and ninety thousand dollars!" I have exclaimed.

“What the hell did you buy, gold?” Caden asked sarcastically.

“Are you saying you can't afford it?” she retorts.

“Correct,” he replied indifferently.

Alice was speechless. He was incredibly stingy.

As Alice peeled the shrimp, Caden put his work aside and walked over to her to supervise her. She had just finished washing the shrimp when he approached.

Alice used scissors to cut the fins off the shrimp, using quick, precise movements. Before long, she had a pile of shell-less shrimp. Alice was impressive. No matter what task she undertook, she excelled at it, whether it was studying or competing. No matter where she was, she radiated confidence.

Even the simplest of tasks took on a warm and welcoming atmosphere thanks to her gentle, calm presence. Alice had never had anyone supervising her before. She looked up from her task and asked, “Are you hungry?”

The softness in Caden's gaze changed slightly and his tone became more serious. “I just want to remind you that I have OCD. “I can’t have even a piece of shell around.”

She was speechless.

Caden walked over to the table and pointed at the peeled shrimp. “See that? It’s a shell,” he complained. “Do it again.”

Alicia, increasingly frustrated, blurted out, "Caden, what the hell is wrong with you?"

Caden, taking advantage of his illness to tempt fate, replied: "Shells take away my appetite."

Alice, her patience exhausted, replied: "I could poke you in the eyes. If you can't see, it won't bother you."

Shortly afterwards, a bubbling sound rose from the kitchen. The pear soup was boiling. Alice quickly lowered the heat and lifted the lid to take a look. Much of the water had evaporated, so she realized she needed to add more.

Caden loomed over her, his presence impossible to ignore. “What are you doing?”

The sweet, refreshing aroma of pear broth filled the air. Alice replied without looking up, “Take a look for yourself.”

Caden realized that it had properties that could help calm coughs. He smiled, but preferred not to press the matter further.

Alicia went to get some water and then an idea occurred to her. She paused and drank the water in one gulp. Hiding the paper cup behind her, she said to Caden, “Watch the stove for me. “I have to get something.”

Caden noticed her subtle movement. “Sure.”

Once Alicia was sure Caden wasn't looking, she quietly crept into the bathroom. She lifted the toilet lid and filled the disposable cup with water.

As she looked at the clear liquid, a mischievous smile appeared on Alice's face.

“Always such a fussy eater, constantly criticizing everything,” she thought. “Enjoy this grooming surprise. Maybe your appetite will improve and you’ll be more willing to eat everything.”

Discreetly, she hid the cup and quietly made her way to the bathroom door. Then she glanced toward the kitchen, only to replace Caden nowhere in sight. Maybe he had gone out onto the balcony to work. Alicia took a few cautious steps forward, craning her neck to peek at the desk, but no one was there.

Just as she was about to turn around, a cold voice interrupted her from behind. “Miss Bennett, who are you looking for?”

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