The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback - Chapter 748

Chapter 748:

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Caden shot him a withering look and walked away without a word.

Across the street, the family entered a nearby maternity and baby store, and Caden instinctively paused. The sight stirred something deep within him. The realization that he was going to be a father, with Alicia carrying his child, sent a thrill through him that he still couldn’t fully grasp.

Gerry might have been his closest friend, but he had a notorious tendency to let things slip, especially to his brother. From there, word would spread like wildfire, potentially reaching the Moss family and Corey — a scenario Caden couldn’t risk.

Gerry craned his neck, noticing Caden’s fixed gaze.

“What’s going on, Caden? You’re acting strange today.” He followed Caden’s gaze to the maternity store.

“Since when did you take an interest in… baby stuff?”

Caden fought the impulse to brag about his news.

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“It’s nothing. I just need to buy something.”

Gerry raised an eyebrow, skeptical.

“What could you possibly need from a maternity store?”

Despite his questions, curiosity got the better of him, and he trailed behind Caden inside, eager to see what he was up to.

Caden stepped inside the store.

The store was a sea of pastel colors — pink, white, and blue — filled with advertisements featuring adorable, chubby-cheeked babies. The softness of the place was almost overwhelming.

Caden cleared his throat and tried to sound casual.

“I’m here to pick up some diapers for Cade.”

Gerry’s jaw dropped.

“Your dog? That massive beast? You’re buying diapers for it?” He shook his head in disbelief.

“You two are spoiling that dog beyond reason!”

Caden ignored Gerry’s chatter and walked further into the store, his eyes scanning rows of tiny socks and shoes.

Gerry followed him.

“Shouldn’t you be buying dog supplies at a pet store? What are you doing here?”

“Just happened to pass by,” Caden said dismissively.

“Yeah, right! You crossed two traffic lights to get here. How is that just ‘passing by’?”

Caden’s attention was caught by a pair of pink socks. The fabric was soft, a delicate shade of pink with white lace trim and tiny cherry-shaped bells that hung from the openings.

He held them in his palm, marveling at how small they were — barely the size of three fingers. A smile tugged at his lips.

“Aren’t these adorable?” he asked, half to himself and half to Gerry.

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