No Wife, No Life Chapter 92

They were so close, their skin almost touching.

He leaned down, nearly at eye level with her. She could clearly see the red in his eyes.

In Caden's heart, he had long considered Harper his woman. But because she resisted, he had never crossed the line.

Even holding hands, he could sense her discomfort and displeasure.

He respected her; he didn't want to force her into anything. But that didn't mean he didn't want her.

But now...

If Alex, her ex-husband who had hurt her, could, then why couldn't he?

Why couldn't he?

After all, he was her boyfriend now.

Harper felt the bitterness in his heart.

The next second, she grabbed Caden by the collar, pulling him down to her level.

Their faces were almost touching, and Harper naturally kissed him, pressing her lips gently against his.

When Caden felt her body against his, he froze, his heartbeat seemingly stopping in that moment.

He couldn't hear his own heartbeat; everything around him seemed silent.

All he could hear was Harper's faint breathing.

But faintly, he could smell another man's scent on her.

Like a territorial beast, he responded by kissing her back, not aggressively but with an undeniable possessiveness.

He wanted to leave his mark on her, to leave his scent; he wanted her to be completely his.

Over the years, he had gained a reputation as a playboy, surrounded by countless beautiful women.

Some even said he had been with countless women, but he knew he didn't.

He remained chaste all these years.

Even in social settings, his embraces were always superficial, and he never kissed anyone.

There were jokes about whether he was impotent, but in reality, he wasn't

 He just didn't want to be like the other members of the Elikin family, having affairs all over the place and leaving illegitimate children behind.

He didn't want that, so he was very self-disciplined.

He didn't want his future true love to have to accept a tainted version of him.

Harpe was the first person he ever kissed.

Ironically, he really didn't know how to kiss, his movements slow and clumsy.

Even so, he tried his best.

He met her lips, teasing her tongue, each kiss more intense than the last.

Watching this scene was her ex-husband, Alex.

He stared at the two of them, kissing.

He watched Caden's hands gently caress Harper's lower back.

He watched their bodies pressed together, her soft chest against him.

He watched Harper, who should have been his, kissing another man, covered in another man's scent.

The satisfaction he had felt moments ago was instantly destroyed.

A huge sense of loss and bitterness surged in his heart, as if a piece of his flesh had been ripped away.

The feeling of something that was once his being forcibly taken made it hard for him to breathe.

He panted heavily, his eyes fixed on the two of them, his pupils dark.

There was an uncontrollable urge in him to rush over, grab Harper's wrist, and take her back.

But why?

But why should she go with him?

They were divorced, and Caden was her new boyfriend.

A multitude of past scenes flashed through his mind, especially the tender and loving gaze Harper had when she was by his side.

Her lips, her skin, every part of her was vivid in his memory.

She had been so caring and tender to him, but in such a short time, she had turned to someone else. It felt like a betrayal.

He watched the two embracing intimately, and his eyes grew increasingly dim.

He didn't know how long they kissed, but Alex's gaze never left them. Even though his heart felt like it was stopping, he couldn't help but watch.

Finally, they separated.

Harper's body went limp.

Caden lifted her and placed her on a bench outside the hot tub, letting her lie comfortably.

Her eyes sparkled like stars, her lips slightly red.

She lay on the bench, curling up like a cat, trying to make herself small.

Caden could feel the heat rising in his chest, a satisfaction that was hard to describe.

He had kissed her.

He knew that until just now, their relationship had truly taken a step forward.

They had broken through the previous barrier, no longer just a transactional relationship, but more like a real romantic relationship.

He then took her into the room.

He opened the cabinet in the room, took out a thin blanket, and covered her with it before lifting her again and placing her in the resting room.

"Change out of your clothes; be careful not to catch a cold."

After saying this, he walked out of the resting room.

Unable to contain his anger, he stormed over to Alex, grabbed him by the collar, and punched him hard in the face.

Caden's eyes were red, his gaze fierce, like a wild wolf.

How could he remain indifferent after what Alex had inflicted upon his girlfriend?

At that moment, he even had the urge to kill.

"Alex, you're a bastard! I warn you, if you want to do something, go find your new lover. Don't shamelessly violate Harper!"

"You two are divorced, do you understand?"

He gripped Alex's chest tightly, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

The word 'divorce' hit Alex hard, shaking him to his core.

Before he could react, Caden had thrown him into the hot spring, splashing water everywhere.

He was soaked, his clothes drenched.

Caden looked down at him, his gaze cold, his eyes filled with a dangerous pressure.

"If there's a next time, I will kill you!"

Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.