The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 13

Madeline remained silent. York did not look away.

Standing to the side, Sienna had bought quite a few dresses today and was currently using every manipulative trick in the book to get Caleb to reimburse her, her voice dripping with sugar.

She buttered him up mercilessly.

York let out a sudden, low chuckle and looked at Madeline. "Do you need reimbursement too, Ms. Monroe?"

His voice was deep and clear, and he possessed a pair of captivating eyes that could make anyone swoon. Yet, lingering on him was the faint, unmistakable scent of medicine.

Madeline had a sharp sense of smell. She instantly deduced that the scent belonged to Felicity. The thought of this bastard effectively evicting her from her own home made her expression turn instantly glacial.

"No need."

She would save her own money. Sooner or later, she'd use it to put a hit out on him and comfortably enjoy her widowhood.

Sienna caught the icy tension between them. Thinking of Felicity, she resolved to play matchmaker. Once Felicity lost York's backing, Sienna wanted to see how her father could possibly praise her then!

"Yes, she does! She totally does! Maddy bought two dresses today too. York, you're her husband. It's your job to make sure your wife is dressed gorgeously."

Sienna's relentless cheerfulness was so overwhelming that Madeline had to suppress the urge to duct-tape the girl's mouth shut.

York's thin lips curved upward. A few seconds later, he actually transferred a sum of money to Madeline's account.

Ten thousand dollars.

York smiled, his tone deliberate and slow. "I'm much more generous than Caleb. You don't even have to beg me."

Madeline's lips twitched. Staring at the transfer notification, her mind flashed back to when they were truly in love. He had spent fortunes on her without batting an eye. No matter how expensive something was, all she had to do was nod, and it was hers.

People used to joke that York was a king blinded by a siren.

He never bothered to explain himself. In private, he would just kiss her until her eyelashes fluttered, teasing her with a meaningful smirk:

"Baby, you don't have the stamina to play the wicked temptress."

York was indeed generous.

But he was generous to her, and he was generous to Felicity.

Madeline rejected the transfer and said coldly, "If you have too much money, give it to charity."

Avoiding him was one thing, but openly backing down in front of him wasn't Madeline's style. Reluctantly, she got into his car.

The ride was completely silent.

The faint scent of medicine wafting from York only made Madeline feel increasingly suffocated.

After holding it in for far too long, she finally asked, "Is Felicity still unwell?"

York had been busy visiting his former superiors lately and hadn't even returned to the Yates family estate. Unaware that she had misunderstood the situation, he replied casually, "I don't know."

What did that girl's business have to do with him?

Madeline didn't say another word. She simply lowered her gaze, letting the scent of medicine seep into her bitter heart.

Once they got home, Madeline headed straight to the bathroom to shower.

Susan brought out a set of pajamas, handed them to York, and gave him a meaningful look.

"Madam is staying the night. You'd better perform well."