Capturing the Millionaire’s Heart on Divorce Day novel Chapter 221

Frank had long figured out the pattern: If he continually carved out opportunities for Captain Madison and President Grant to be together, success on any matter was almost guaranteed.

And so, after only a moment’s hesitation, Ethan nodded, "Handle it. But ensure Madison doesn’t overwork herself."

"Understood! Crystal clear!" Frank left with a beaming smile.

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"What are you up to?"

After leaving the company, Ethan didn’t head back to the Wood Lake Luxury Estate but to Madison's new place.

Jessica, who had opened the door for him, pointed towards the study, and thus Ethan made his way over.

Madison, propping her chin with one hand, looked up slightly, "What brings you here? Why not go home and rest?"

Ethan took a seat beside her, and soon after, William arrived with a selection of delicacies from a high-end restaurant, arranged neatly on a side table before quietly excusing himself.

Madison set down her pen as Ethan took her hand, gently massaging her fingers.

"Your hands are precious. Take care of them, don’t work too hard."

As he spoke, Ethan thought of something, "How about I get you a secretary, or an assistant?"

Madison was surprised, shaking her head emphatically, "I don’t need an assistant."

"You do. You're getting busier, and not everything requires your personal touch. For instance, this training program you're writing – you could dictate, and let the assistant do the writing. That way, you can have a break."

"That seems a bit... excessive," Madison hesitated.

Ethan disagreed, "What's the point of making money if not to bring some convenience to oneself?"

She found herself unable to argue with that logic.

"Let's eat," Ethan suggested.

Coming back to her senses, Madison realized she was quite hungry. Her recent irregular sleep and eating habits had taken a toll.

As she sat down to eat, she let go of any pretense of decorum, eating heartily.

Ethan watched her with an indulgent and somewhat pained smile.

"Why do you have to work so hard?" His voice was gentle to the point of being unrecognizable.

Madison looked up, "I'm not working hard."

"You've lost weight," Ethan’s hands encircled her wrist, "It’s thinner."

She laughed it off, "Nonsense, I haven’t. I've been eating well."

She said this, but knew Ethan was concerned.

"Ethan, when you were working hard at the beginning, you must have been tired too. Who doesn't tire on their way up? But I think it's worth it. Just thinking that I can stand by your side with my head held high makes me..."

Madison's cheeks flushed with joy.

Ethan couldn’t help but ruffle her hair, "Eat up."

Madison picked up a piece of tofu, "Have some."

"I'm not hungry."

"Just try it."

At her coaxing, Ethan found himself unable to resist and resignedly opened his mouth.

She fed him once, then again. Sharing chopsticks didn’t seem to bother Ethan in the slightest.

As they neared the end of their meal, he asked in a hushed tone, "Can I stay over tonight?"

"Cough… cough!"

Madison cleared her throat, "But I have to leave early tomorrow."

"I'll go with you, drop you off at the training base."

"Alright then."

In the living room.