Kaden blinked. Was this an alternate universe? He stood frozen at the doorsteps, a hand frozen on his tie, and his coat hanging on his arm. He was in the process of yanking his tie off like a delinquent in high school. But the first thing he came across was a housewife.
HIS housewife, to be more specific. She was dressed in a damn apron and everything, her hair pulled to a loose bun, and her clothes filled with feminine warmth. When she smiled, it didn't reach her eyes. Ah, a gaze of disdain.
But to Kaden, seeing her like this was just enough. She threw him a bone and he'd willingly parkour for it.
"Welcome home, husband."
"I must've walked into the wrong home." Kaden proceeded to loosen his tie. He stretched his neck left and right.
Her smile widened dangerously.
"Here, let me help you." Lina stepped forward.
