The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 137

Madeline practically forgot why she had even been crying in the first place.

She marched over to the bed and aggressively swept the scattered peanuts and seeds onto the floor.

York leaned against the coffee table, his long legs crossed casually.

"You have to admit, the staff here really mean well. They know we're in the repair phase of our marriage, so they've already started the baby-pressure campaign."

Madeline grabbed a handful of peanuts from the carpet and hurled them at him.

"If you want a baby so badly, give birth to it yourself!"

"And tonight, you're sleeping on the couch!"

With that, she stormed into the bathroom.

York effortlessly caught the flying peanuts and toyed with them in his fingers.

If he could give birth to a child himself, he would have done it years ago.

After all, considering how soft-hearted Madeline was, having a child would effectively shackle her to his side for the rest of her life.

But he couldn't.

York stepped out to use the guest bathroom. By the time he returned, Madeline was already lying in bed. The maids had thoughtfully left only one large duvet.

He didn't hesitate for a second, lifting the covers and sliding right in.

Madeline immediately sat up.

"What are you doing?"

"Ms. Monroe, what exactly do you want me to be doing?"

He offered a wicked, flirtatious grin.

Stretching out a long arm, he hauled her flush against his chest.

"It's been an exhausting night. Aren't you tired? Go to sleep."

Madeline was completely immobilized against him.

She was caught between sheer awkwardness and furious embarrassment.

"Let me go."

"No."

"We're at the manor. We have a loving couple facade to maintain. Have you ever seen a loving couple sleep with a massive borderline drawn down the middle of the bed?"

"What, does being held like this ignite an unbearable passion that's keeping you awake?"

Fuming, she twisted around in his arms and slapped a hand squarely over his mouth in sheer panic.