The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback - Chapter 725

Chapter 725:

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Since he’d been away, he hadn’t contacted Alicia. Days passed in busy distraction, but as sleep eluded him at night, he missed her intensely, scrolling through her photos endlessly. Her words lingered in his mind: “Should we call off the engagement party?” Could she really be thinking that? The thought tortured him, filling him with regret, resentment, and guilt. But no matter what happened, he knew he couldn’t let her go. She was his, and she always would be.

“Caden?” Yolanda’s voice interrupted, excitement clear in her tone.

“What are you looking at?”

Caden withdrew his gaze and asked, “Do you know Marlon?”

Yolanda’s eyes shifted slightly.

“I’ve heard Corey mention him,” she said carefully.

“But I don’t personally know a thug like that.”

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Caden had invited Yolanda to join him on this trip to Terriland, and she had accepted eagerly without questioning why. Now, for the first time, she wondered aloud, “Caden, are you disappointed in Alicia? Is that why you’re finally open to… considering me?”

Caden chuckled softly, his laughter effortless, his charm in full effect. Yolanda watched him, captivated, oblivious to the hint of disdain in his eyes.

Caden had never looked down on Yolanda so much before. He had once thought highly of her, simply as Dorian’s daughter. But as she lowered herself to be a home-wrecker, he turned a blind eye. And now, she was still letting emotions cloud her judgment. She actually thought that he invited her because he was disappointed in Alicia and was now interested in her.

Caden hadn’t expected those words from the Moss family’s heiress. If it had been Alicia in her place, no matter how dire the situation, she would never ask such a thing. Thinking of Alicia brought a wave of longing, and he sighed quietly. He found Yolanda laughable, but wasn’t he just as trapped by his emotions?

Just then, Marlon returned, pouring Caden a drink. They drank heavily, both soon tipsy. But Caden kept his composure, speaking little, leaving it unclear whether or not he was drunk.

Marlon’s gaze turned hazy as he handed Caden a cigarette.

“Mr. Ward, what brings you here?”

Caden held a cigarette between his fingers but refrained from lighting it. His tone was cold.

“Now that you’ve aligned yourself with Dorian, how could I rely on you?”

Marlon hesitated, a shadow briefly crossing his face. They were all plain-spoken people; there was no room for deceit or evasion.

Marlon responded honestly, “Mr. Ward, you’re clever, but you’ve got the wrong guy. I’ve always been with Corey. As for Dorian, I wouldn’t dare provoke him.”

Caden gave a mocking smile.

Marlon inhaled from his cigarette.

“Mr. Ward, considering the substantial sum you’ve paid me in the past, I owe you my services. Whatever task you have, consider me ready to assist.”

Caden took a sip of his drink.

“How long have you been affiliated with Corey?”

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