Chapter 270:
She buried her face in the blanket and spoke in a voice full of frustration.
“Caden, I could offer you so much. I’m worth so much to you. Why am I still nothing compared to Alicia?”
Caden’s voice remained flat. “Value and affection aren’t the same.”
“Affection?” Yolanda lifted her head with a bitter laugh.
“Are you really gonna marry her? Could you even marry someone so full of jealousy?”
Caden’s expression hardened.
“Yolanda, if I were to marry you, do you think you would be a suitable wife for me?”
Yolanda was stunned.
She gathered her nerves and asked boldly, “What if I said yes?”
Caden scoffed. “You’ve got the nerve, but you don’t have the ability. Even if Alicia weren’t around, you would never become my wife.”
At this point, Yolanda had no more words to say. The weight of his words hit her hard, leaving her unable to respond.
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Caden walked out of the ward, and for the next two days, he didn’t return to see her.
Yolanda knew better than to stir up any more trouble. She focused on her recovery and requested to go back to Warrington in just a few days.
Once the plane touched down, Caden got into Hank’s car by himself.
In those days, he never reached out to Alicia. The whole situation had drained him mentally, and he closed his eyes, trying not to think about her.
He went straight to his apartment, hoping for nothing more than a shower and a long night of sleep.
But when he walked inside, he found Alicia waiting at home.
Caden leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed as he quietly observed Alicia.
She was busy unpacking a parcel, her focus entirely on the contents, but his attention was fixed solely on her. Whatever was inside the parcel held no interest for him.
Even in a simple knit sweater, she looked effortlessly chic, as if she were modeling something straight off a runway. Her smooth skin had a subtle rosy glow, and her long, glossy hair cascaded down her shoulders, adding to the quiet elegance she always carried with her.
After the long days of tension and exhaustion, Caden found an unexpected sense of calm just by watching her. Silence hung between them—neither wanting to disturb it. Alicia, aware of his presence, didn’t acknowledge him. Instead, she continued methodically organizing small items into a bag, as though he weren’t even there.
Caden’s gaze darkened before he broke the stillness. “Which hotel are you moving to this time?”
Alicia finally glanced his way, her expression surprisingly calm. Nothing seemed off about her, but he noticed something subtly different—she was much more composed than usual.
“What hotel?” she echoed, not missing a beat.
