The unwanted wife’s unexpected comeback

Chapter 170: ????? Caden was momentarily speechless.

He looked at her and asked, "What are those?" Alice turned to a drawer, rummaging through it before pulling out a pair of black pants.

"These," he said, holding them up. "I bought them last week. It's going to snow soon, and it's freezing cold. You're often outdoors, and I figured you wouldn't want any lingering cold-induced aches and pains." Caden examined the pants, a look of disgust spreading across his face.

I have started to walk away. "Thanks, but no. "I'm not going to freeze." Alice gently took his arm. "Age is not on your side, and style won't keep you warm. These are light. They don't bulk up. You look like you're wearing nothing, but they're incredibly warm.” Caden stepped back. "I can't use these. Get rid of them." Suddenly, she pointed to the pup outside. "Why not repurpose them into a pair of warm belly bands for him?" Alice replied with a smile: "He already has his clothes. "You have to put on yours." He insisted: "Try them on. Don't be so stubborn." Caden stood his ground, refusing to put them on. Noticing his look of disdain, Alicia said, "I've already taken the tags off, so they're not returnable. I can't just leave them unused, can I? They cost several thousand dollars each." Caden shrugged dismissively. "Do what you want with them." Alice thought for a moment and then followed. "What if you give them to Hank? “He's always outside, so he must be cold." Caden paused but remained unimpressed. "I wouldn't wear them." "How do you know? Hank isn't as picky as you are." "He has a lot of hair on his legs. They would itch him." Alice was silent. After a pause she suggested: 'Then let us give them to Mr. Hopkins.' Caden shrugged again. “Gerry doesn't want secondhand goods." "They've never been worn," Alice replied with a smile.

"Once the tags are removed, they are considered secondhand," Caden insisted, his brow furrowing. "And really, who would appreciate long johns as a gift?" She replied, "Not everyone is as fussy as you. Do you think they're going to wear them over their pants or something?" Alice was determined to find a new owner for the long johns. She figured that if Hank and Gerry didn't want them, she would cup with another plan.

She went to grab a bag to pack them. "I actually bought two pairs: one for Hank and one for Mr. Hopkins. If you're free today, you could deliver them." Caden was momentarily speechless. He couldn't understand why Alicia was so persistent. He also couldn't understand why it bothered her so much. If he wanted to hand them over, why would he care? Just as Alicia was about to pack the pants, Caden snatched them away.

I have frowned. "I'll check its quality first." Alice's lips twitched slightly. What was going through her head? She was so unpredictable.

Without warning, Caden pulled his boxers on in front of her. His long legs and well-defined muscles filled them out perfectly, but the fit wasn't quite right in the crotch. The fabric ripped under the strain of his physique, unable to contain its dimensions.

Alice, familiar with the sight, couldn't help but marvel. "What have you eaten to grow like this? It's like you've mutated." Caden, clearly amused, scoffed, “You didn't seem to care about enjoying yourself." Alicia was speechless, rubbing her chin in thought as her gaze lingered on him. Caden raised an eyebrow. "Can you see clearly? Do you needto take them off so you can see better?" She replied with a mocking smile: "Why don't you beca hitman? If you put a gun in your pants, the bodyguards would never find it." For a moment, Caden was speechless. He knew that one day he would have to find a way to silence her.

He also had removed a bit of hair on his legs, and this was his first experience with long johns. They soon began to itch. Restlessly, he shifted in his office chair, trying to get comfortable.

Caden's behavior kept everyone at a distance.

When Hank walked in, he noticed Caden frowning and adjusting his tie. Caden was clearly frustrated.

Hank was puzzled. "Mr. Ward, are you getting overheated?" Caden replied briskly, "Open the window. I need sfresh air." Hank hesitated, glancing at the weather outside. "It's raining and it's pretty cold. Maybe I should turn down the air conditioning." Caden's chest rose with a slight intake of breath. "I'm not warm. "I feel restricted," he said impatiently. "Just open the window."

Recognizing Caden's firm tone, Hank reluctantly complied. Caden's office was on a high floor, and the wind blew in as soon as the window opened. Turning to Caden, Hank asked worriedly, "Mr. Ward, what makes you feel restricted? "Is it your clothes?" Caden struggled to find an explanation. He stayed silent, his frustration mounting.

Switching to business matters, Hank continued, "Mr. "Ward, we have to leave at ten to meet Mr. Wade from the art show."

The e Mr. Wade was the anonymous buyer of Joshua's painting. The exhibition was imminent, and Joshua would be there to finalize the contract and the remaining payment of $150 million. Caden attacked and grabbed his coat. "Let's go."

As they exited the building, the strong wind and rain hit them. Despite the short walk the cold was biting. Hank held an umbrella over Caden to protect him from the rain and wind. However, Caden wasn't bothered by the cold.

She pushed the umbrella away. "Don't worry about me. "I'm not cold."