Filed to story: When His Wife Can’t Forgive
As they left the restaurant, Regina pulled Caden aside for a quick chat. She mentioned the heart chip and reminded him to take extra care of Alicia.
Caden said, “Regina, after the baby’s born, you should move back to Warrington.”
Regina was taken aback. His words left her overwhelmed with happiness. “Is that really okay?”
Caden nodded. “It’s fine. I’ll talk to Alicia about it.”
Alicia sat in the car, watching them from a distance. Caden, usually so confident and sure of himself, was standing there with his head slightly bowed in front of Regina, listening intently and acting unusually humble. The weight in Alicia’s heart slowly lifted, and a gentle smile tugged at her lips.
After seeing Regina off, Caden got back in the car.
Alicia grinned and asked, “What did you two talk about?”
With his usual handsome smile, Caden replied, “She said I’m the perfect son-in-law.”
Alicia laughed. “I knew you’d say that.” She could always tell what he was going to say the moment he opened his mouth.
Seeing that Alicia wasn’t in the best mood, Caden took her for a walk by the sea after dinner.
Alicia, barefoot, ran straight into the shallow water. Even though Caden knew she could swim, he still followed her in, but she was too fast for him to catch. Alicia played around in the water, enjoying herself until dusk.
The orange glow of the sunset painted the sea and beach in a warm, golden light.
Alicia stood on the soft sand, her bare feet sinking slightly as Caden held her close. They kissed as the twilight settled around them.
At first, she kissed him back with passion, her soft, quick tongue teasing his mouth.
But soon, she lost her energy, closing her eyes and resting her head against Caden’s shoulder, letting the kiss fade as she just stayed close to him.
Caden chuckled, giving her cheek a gentle pat. “Falling asleep on me?”
Alicia cracked her eyes open just a little, too tired to do much more than roll them.
Caden laughed. “Only you could fall asleep in the middle of a kiss.”
Later, Caden had booked a cozy seaside cottage for them. He bathed her carefully, and they eventually drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms, his hand resting gently on her lower abdomen, massaging it softly.
Alicia mumbled, “What are you doing?”
Caden spoke gently. “Your period is coming up soon. I’m just giving you a little massage to help with any discomfort ahead of time.”
Alicia felt a warm rush in her chest at his care. She hugged him tighter. “So, that’s why you insisted we eat warm food today, to help with the pain?”
“Yeah.”
After a moment, his hand slid down, slipping under her nightgown.
Alicia clicked her tongue.
Caden, sounding serious, said, “Stay still. I’m just checking.”
“Checking what? I’m fine.”
Caden’s so-called check turned out to be something completely different.
“They’ve grown a bit. If your period doesn’t start by tomorrow, I’ll help trim it for you.”
Alicia sighed in defeat. Her periods were usually long and uncomfortable, lasting about a week, so she made sure to stay neat and tidy.
Once Caden found out, he took over that job.
Alicia had been asleep for a full eight hours, yet it was still pitch black when she opened her eyes.
The room was filled with the soothing sound of the ocean’s waves crashing nearby, and the first thing she saw was Caden’s serene, handsome face beside her.
Her heart swelled with affection. She had decided to let go of any resentments and end the silent treatment she had been giving him.
With Caden still deeply asleep, Alicia seized the moment. She softly caressed his face and planted gentle kisses on his skin.
He continued to sleep peacefully, undisturbed by her tender gestures.
Alicia smiled to herself and snuggled against his chest, letting the warmth of his body envelop her. She inhaled deeply, savoring his clean scent-a mix of shower gel and something uniquely Caden. It was comforting, grounding, and impossibly intoxicating.
As she drew back, a quiet chuckle escaped her lips.
However, her smile quickly faded when she noticed Caden’s eyes were open, watching her with quiet intensity.
“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly, still thick with sleep.
Flushing with embarrassment, Alicia quickly replied, feigning ignorance, “You’re dreaming. I wasn’t doing anything!”
Caden, familiar with her playful denials, smiled. He casually unbuttoned his pajama shirt to reveal his well-defined chest, the warmth from his body making Alicia’s cheeks grow even hotter. She found herself captivated by the sight of his muscles, unable to tear her gaze away. Catching her hand, Caden placed it on his collarbone with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Alicia sighed dramatically, though her lips curved into a smile. “Being married really is great. Touching muscles like these would cost tens of thousands per hour at a club. That’s too expensive. But being your wife means I get to enjoy them for free.”
Caden’s light, affectionate chuckle filled the air. “Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.”
Leaning in, Alicia peppered Caden’s face with kisses. “No, those are just stories from Monica.”
This morning, there was something different about Alicia. Her enthusiasm was contagious, her eyes shimmering with emotion and a shy smile gracing her lips. She was irresistibly charming.
Caden seemed to understand her silent request but deliberately delayed gratification. Scooping her up, he carried her to the bathroom to fulfill a playful promise he had made the night before.
Once inside, Caden knelt down, moving with deliberate care and precision.
Alicia, caught between impatience and excitement, inadvertently dug her nails into his shoulders, leaving faint marks. To distract herself, she struck up a conversation. “I heard that the experts at the salon can create intricate designs. Can you manage something like that?”
Caden, focusing on his task, looked up briefly. “What design are you thinking of?”
“A heart, maybe?”
He chuckled. “That’s so overdone.”
“Fine. Then how about your name? Make sure it’s neat and elegant,” she countered.
Caden’s lips curved into a faint smirk, though his focus remained fixed on the task at hand. “You really have high expectations. With such a small space, you want this and that. I might as well write you a novel while I’m at it.”
As he finished, Alicia noticed he had used his razor for the task. “Wait… Did you grab the wrong thing?” she asked in disbelief.
Caden’s gaze met hers, a flicker of mischief and desire lighting his expression. “
Inside, the air conditioning hummed softly, keeping the atmosphere cool and serene. Alicia leaned against Caden, content and languid, watching people bustling below like busy ants.
Caden kissed the corner of her lips. “How about we head out on the yacht this afternoon?”
Alicia nodded, her voice soft. “I’ll do whatever you say.”
“Whatever I say?” Caden raised an eyebrow, his grin turning mischievous. Tugging at the waistband of his underwear, he leaned closer and whispered, “Then I won’t hold back. Let’s go another round.”
Meanwhile, after agreeing to Regina’s request, Dorian began preparing for his research on the chip. The task ahead was monumental-he had the materials, but optimizing them would demand immense time and effort. Still, his thoughts kept drifting to Yolanda. What would happen to her while he was away?
Standing at the villa’s entrance, Dorian’s heart felt heavy. Yolanda, who had lost her limbs, was now confined to the house.
Upon opening the door, he was met with chaos. The house, tidy just that morning, was now a complete mess. Today was particularly bad. Dorian had been away too long, and Yolanda had lost her temper, destroying everything within reach. She sat amid the wreckage, disheveled and glaring fiercely at him.
Dorian was accustomed to these outbursts. He methodically attached her prosthetics and then called Aylin to help clean up.
“Where have you been?” Yolanda snapped, her voice trembling with rage. “You just left me here! Are you abandoning me?”
“No,” Dorian answered, his voice steady and devoid of emotion. “I was just having a meal with a friend.”
“Don’t lie to me,” Yolanda retorted sharply, her accusation tinged with fear. “You haven’t involved yourself in business or social activities for years. Where would you have friends from all of a sudden?”
Her voice cracked as she added, “You’re leaving me, aren’t you?” The fear that he might see her as a burden was evident in her eyes.
Dorian looked into those frightened eyes and gently smoothed her hair, trying to offer reassurance. “No, I’ll always be here for you, Yolanda.”
He had made this promise countless times, but that day, he knew he would have to break it. His commitment to the chip research demanded his full attention, and he could no longer provide the care Yolanda needed. So, after ensuring she was asleep, Dorian stepped into the empty hallway and dialed the number of the best mental health facility in the area.
To ensure Yolanda received the best medical care, Dorian made a generous donation to the mental health facility and cultivated strong relationships with its senior management.
The director, recognizing Dorian’s influence, committed to personally ensuring Yolanda’s transportation the following day.
Dorian was aware of Yolanda’s hesitance about the hospital visit. Therefore, the next morning, he discreetly added something to her medication to ensure she remained deeply asleep.
With her prosthetic limb not attached, Yolanda looked particularly small and fragile in her sleep.
Dorian wrapped her in her favorite blanket and carefully carried her to the car.
Clutching the blanket tightly, Yolanda slept peacefully, her vulnerability palpable.
Outside the car, Dorian paused to tenderly brush her hair away from her face, reminiscent of her childhood, his eyes brimming with tears.
The medication wasn’t very powerful, so any sudden movement could wake Yolanda. It was crucial that the car departed promptly.
Releasing his embrace, Dorian turned to the director standing by and said, “Please take good care of her for me.”
The director assured him, “Absolutely, Mr. Moss, I will look after her as if she were my own.”
Yolanda appeared to sense something, stirring a little in her sleep.
Dorian watched as she shifted uncomfortably, whispering in distress, “Daddy… Daddy, I’m so scared. Daddy, please don’t go. I’ll be good…”