The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 114

When you kept busy, time flew by.

A week passed in the blink of an eye.

Perhaps because she was in better spirits, her injuries healed rapidly, leaving barely a trace.

On the day she was discharged, Madeline had just stepped out of the hospital lobby when a familiar Porsche Cayenne drifted perfectly to a stop in front of her.

York stepped out of the driver's seat.

Dressed in a sleek black trench coat, he looked as effortlessly striking as a movie star.

He walked over and casually took her bag, his sharp eyes holding a mix of grievance and reproach.

"You really have no heart, Ms. Monroe. I've been running myself ragged trying to get justice for you, and you haven't even given me a second glance."

Madeline looked up, meeting his gaze with clear eyes.

"What are you doing here?"

"You're being discharged, of course I'm here. Unlike you, I'm not a ruthless monster."

Madeline was speechless.

Before she could formulate a response, York grabbed her hand and practically stuffed her into the passenger seat.

"What are you doing? I have things to do."

"Madeline, is this all because I lost control and kissed you that night? You've been icing me out for five days. Are you seriously going to keep giving me the silent treatment?"

He completely ignored her protests, pushing her back against the seat and planting his hands on either side of her, trapping her.

"We've been at war for so long."

He lowered his eyes, his voice dropping to a soft murmur.

He almost sounded genuinely hurt.

Madeline stared at him.

What was his deal now?

"I'm not giving you the silent treatment, York. I just have my own life to handle."