The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback
Chapter 92

Chapter 92:

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Alicia kept her face expressionless and got straight to the point. “Do you really think I’m the one who should be getting blamed in the kitchen right now?”

His abruptness caught Joshua off guard.

No retort occurred to him, because he knew things had changed between them and he no longer felt comfortable speaking harshly to her.

Georgia has been with my mother for years. She's practically part of the family, so she has her moments. You're younger, what's wrong with giving her a break?

Alice absentmindedly touched her wound, showing no reaction.

She remained silent.

Joshua sighed and led her into the living room, pulling out a band-aid to gently dress her wound.

“Before, when I brought you here, didn't you work non-stop from morning to night just to make a good impression? It's just one meal. How tiring can it be?”

Alicia pulled her hand away from his. “I never said I wouldn't cook.”

"You made the pot break on purpose. Isn't that your way of making a statement?"

Alice didn't know what to answer.

"It was Georgia who broke it," he finally said.

Joshua was convinced that he was just blaming someone else.

“But in the end, it's still your fault,” he replied. “You already have a special position here. I'm not around much. Can’t you tolerate a little more to make things easier for me?”

Alice didn't say anything else at that moment.

A moment ago she had been furious, but as Joshua continued with his absurd comments, a strange calm took hold of her.

At some point I had stopped having feelings for Joshua.

No matter what he said or said, he no longer aroused any emotion in her.

This is what indifference felt like.

“You can't stand to see me idle, can you?” he said flatly. “Okay. I'll go help Georgia. “If my blood ends up in your food, it’s your problem.”

Joshua frowned. “Alice, there’s no need to be sarcastic.”

Alice remained silent, preferring not to say anything else. If it hadn't been for some unfinished business, she might have slapped him right there.

The air between them grew tense. Alicia knew Joshua cared too much about appearances to approach her.

So after taking a shower, he locked the door and pulled out his phone to check the file Caden had sent him. A password was required to open the document. The software only allowed one incorrect attempt before it locked him out permanently.

Alicia didn't dare take any chances. After making sure that no one was around, she called Caden. The phone range for a while.

Just as he was about to hang up, a groggy voice answered, as if he had just woken up from a nap.

"What's happening?"

The tone was almost like a lover's murmur.

Maybe because they had been intimate more than once, Alicia's heart skipped a beat.

"The file you sent me needs a password. What is it?"

There was a pause before Caden responded.

He opened his eyes, realizing that it was already night.

He didn't remember exactly when he had fallen asleep.

All he knew was that both his body and mind felt completely calm. After Alicia left, he had planned to rest for a while on the couch.

With the persistent cold and several nights of bad sleep, he fell into a deep, exhausted sleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

He felt strangely satisfied.

However, he didn't understand why he felt good.

It had been a peaceful, dreamless sleep. It took Caden a few seconds to process his question, and he finally replied, “The password is my birthday.”

Taken by surprise, Alice asked, "And when is that?"

Caden's stubbornness flared. "Look for yourself."

Alice sighed in frustration. “Really? “You can’t tell me?”

"No," he replied curtly.

Alice was speechless again.

It seemed she would have to replace out for herself.

Since birthdays had multiple digits, Alice wasn't sure how long the password was or which part to use, so she kept the call connected, in case she needed to ask him anything else.

She quickly looked up Caden's personal details on the Internet. "How many digits is the password?" Alice asked over the phone.

There was a slight rustling sound on the other end of the line, like the sound of fabric rustling.

Caden's voice came, accompanied by the sound of footsteps. "It's six digits."

“But your birthday has eight digits. Don’t I have to include the first two?” Alice asked.

“Correct,” I confirmed.

Alice then carefully entered the password.

It didn't take long to unlock the file.

Alice let out a sigh of relief and was about to hang up when she suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being undone at the other end.

Recognizing him immediately from past encounters with Caden, her heart skipped a beat.

"What are you doing?" asked Alice, started.

Surely, it couldn't be what he was thinking. Could he really be that desperate?

Caden paused for a moment and asked, “Why? Are you curious?”

Alice's instincts told her that nothing good could come of this. She was about to refuse when the clear sound of running water echoed through the phone. She couldn't understand what he was thinking.

Caden casually said, “Did you hear that? “I’m pissing.”

Alice cursed him under her breath.

“I didn't expect you to be interested in this kind of thing,” Caden said, his tone as if he were talking about something completely ordinary.

It was as if Alice was the one being inappropriate.

Alice rubbed her forehead, not bothering to reprimand him for his actions.

Without missing a beat, he replied curtly, “It sounds like your urination has a bifurcation problem. Maybe you should go see a doctor when you can. “Men’s health problems only get worse the longer you ignore them.”

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