The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 101

Madeline looked up at him.

"Who says I'm taking it out on my own body?"

"I need to rest."

She didn't want to dwell on this mess anymore.

The next day, after Madeline finished her IV drip, York didn't arrive until nearly noon.

She didn't bother asking where he had been. He walked in carrying a container of her favorite warm chicken soup.

"You're sick, so you shouldn't eat anything too heavy."

Madeline took the food, her peripheral vision catching his hand.

Fresh blood was seeping through the cuff of his white dress shirt.

She furrowed her brows.

Wasn't it just a minor scrape yesterday? Did he get hurt again?

"Where did you go?"

Madeline had debated it for a solid thirty seconds before finally deciding to ask.

"What's this? Is Ms. Monroe keeping tabs on me now?"

York leaned against the edge of the bed, looking at her with an amused smile.

Madeline hadn't expected him to lean in so close. She instinctively leaned back, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Don't forget, we are still legally married on paper. I don't want to become the prime suspect if the police come asking questions and I know absolutely nothing."

York let out a low chuckle.

He straightened up, rolling his wrists, his narrow eyes warming slightly.

"Relax, Ms. Monroe. That won't happen. If that day ever comes, my dying declaration will explicitly clear your name."

Madeline's heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively looked up at him.

The man still wore that familiar, careless smirk.

It seemed like he was just making an ordinary joke.

Yet, for some reason, an inexplicable sense of unease settled in Madeline's chest.

"Get some rest. I have things to take care of today. I'll bring you dinner later."

York dropped his smile and turned to leave the room.