The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 133

"York..."

Felicity called out his name on pure instinct.

The man, still holding Madeline's hand, stopped in his tracks.

"Don't call my name. I'm not the one you should be begging for forgiveness."

Madeline tilted her head, observing York.

This man possessed the most striking features and an absolutely commanding presence.

But none of that mattered right now.

In this exact moment, standing up for her, York looked genuinely handsome—regardless of the current state of their marriage.

Sensing her gaze, York's lips ticked upward.

"Mrs. Yates, did you just fall under my spell?"

"Are you fighting the urge to kiss me right now?"

Madeline's brow twitched. She replied with a deadpan expression.

"York, the only reason you've survived this long without someone beating you to death is your family's money."

"If you were a regular guy like the rest of us, you would have been taken out ages ago."

"Tsk. Madeline, you really have a vicious tongue. Where did you go to study insults for the past two years?"

"I couldn't help it. Any normal person would develop a bit of a temper after being given the silent treatment for two years."

Madeline flashed a tight smile and stepped into the living room ahead of him.

Watching the vibrant, lively energy return to her features, York offered a faint smile and followed her inside.

Perhaps because York had lost his temper in the garden earlier, Felicity was surprisingly quiet throughout the meal.

Madeline was more than happy to enjoy the peace.

After dinner, Arthur called Madeline into the study alone.

When she walked in, the elderly man was seated in his chair, his expression remarkably grave.

"Grandpa, was there something you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Madeline, I know you've endured too much unfairness over these past two years. Tell me the truth—do you and York still have any feelings left? Do you still love him?"

Madeline's fingers curled inward instinctively.