Capturing the Millionaire’s Heart on Divorce Day novel Chapter 204

Ethan mulled over the fact that he had inexplicably acquired a new nickname.

While Madison was engrossed in some charming trinket, he covertly searched for a few friends’ F******k profiles.

And sure enough...

Most of them didn't share personal life updates; their feeds were dedicated entirely to their companies’ affairs—new product launches, celebrity-packed events, press conferences, or shares of related posts.

Ethan glanced at his own timeline.

Before Madison, not a single personal update. After Madison, everything was about her.

Love-struck Chairman?

Ethan silently liked the comment from the netizen who had coined the nickname.

They weren’t wrong.

Perhaps it was the novelty of not having leisurely strolled through markets in ages, but Madison found everything fascinating.

Flying planes was her job and half a dream, but even dreams can grow stale with time.

"If you like it, buy it. What are you looking at?" Ethan put away his phone.

Madison was holding two exotic matryoshka dolls, "Which one looks better?"

"Get both."

Why choose?

Wealth isn't about being capricious; it instantly cures any hint of decision paralysis.

By the time they left the night market, both were laden with purchases.

The framed sand art was cradled in Ethan's arms like a treasure.

Madison couldn't help but laugh, "It's not that serious. If you like it, I can make you another."

"It's not the same."

Ethan was sometimes quite sentimental.

Actually, many people are like that.

It’s like someone who has always loved you, but if once they put you above all and now become more practical, strange thoughts may arise in their minds.

Some things are cherished for their heartfelt, soulful essence. Replicas, no matter how accurate, will never be the same.

They lose their purity.

Back in the car.

Ethan sat in the passenger seat.

Madison buckled up and set off.

As she drove with ease, Ethan asked, "You're so used to flying planes, does driving feel too slow?"

"Yes," Madison answered without hesitation.

Even late at night, the traffic near the port was dense, preventing any real speed.

Madison trailed the slow-moving line, casually holding the steering wheel, "Whenever it's really congested, I just want to fly over it."

Ethan laughed.

Madison glanced at him, "What? Haven't you ever felt the same?"

"After I stopped flying planes, it took me a long time to get used to driving again." It was a typical pilot’s dilemma.

The openness of the skies never congests. For an impatient driver, returning to road traffic can provoke fantasies of bulldozing through the gridlock.

As the car began to move, Madison started a conversation, "I find it amazing."

"What?"

"I never imagined someone like you would step into the common fray."

To most, Ethan's life surely seemed draped in luxury—why would he bother with places so steeped in the hustle and bustle?

Yet Ethan refreshed her perception time and again.

"It's not about my kind of people. Most indeed think as you do, but if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't come to places like this," Ethan admitted truthfully.

Madison gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, her lips pressed into a thin line.

After a while, she spoke, "The moment you mentioned ‘someone else,’ I envisioned you with another woman."