The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 852:

Alicia averted her gaze and replied, “No.”

With no suitable options for a proper meal nearby, Caden reached into his pocket, pulled out a piece of candy, unwrapped it, and held it to her lips.

Alicia hesitated, her eyes flickering between the candy and his face.

She realized she needed something sweet to stabilize her low blood sugar. After a brief hesitation, Caden teased, “Worried I might have tampered with it?”

To prove otherwise, he took a bite of the candy himself before offering it to her again. Alicia felt a twinge of emotion as she finally accepted it. The sweet, tangy taste of grapefruit was refreshing, momentarily grounding her.

Caden busied himself straightening the wrinkled bed sheets.

“You’re aware of your hypoglycemia, yet you still came to the hospital by yourself.”

Alicia looked up, startled. Her expression reflected her bewilderment. How could Caden possibly know about her condition?

While discarding some trash, Caden mentioned casually, “The detectives I’ve employed for the past couple of years have actually been quite effective.”

Alicia’s hands tightened into fists, her frustration mounting, but she remained silent. His intense gaze lingered on her as he asked, “What caused your hypoglycemia? Were you missing me so much that you lost your appetite?”

With a casual shrug, Alicia responded, “The car crash I was in caused significant blood loss, and the complications from childbirth didn’t help. Eventually, I developed anemia.”

Caden’s eyes narrowed. During that time, she had consistently misled him, refusing to let him visit. He had believed she was being well cared for, unaware of the depth of her struggles.

After a long pause, Caden seemed lost in thought. Without a word, he washed his hands, grabbed his coat, and draped it gently over Alicia’s shoulders. Then, with a carefulness that almost unsettled her, he helped her into his car and drove back to the villa.noveldrama

Alicia had no desire to prolong her involvement with him, yet it was impossible to deter the persistent Caden. Back at the villa, he prepared a meal for her, a dish thoughtfully designed to be gentle on her stomach.

For a moment, Alicia was stunned as she stared at the plate before her. The unexpected care behind the gesture left her momentarily speechless.

Flashbacks overwhelmed her. The last time Caden had attempted to cook, it had been a culinary disaster. Yet here he was now, unchanged yet different, holding a spoon up to her lips with a calm and humble demeanor.

“Do you want me to feed you?” he asked.

Alicia eyed him cautiously, her thoughts drifting to the moments earlier when he had straightened the hospital bed. The sheets bore the marks of their shared intimacy, and his actions had seemed like a natural gesture. But there was something about his movements—too fluid, too practiced—that struck her as vastly different from the distant and scornful man she once knew.

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