The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 14

Since York's return, the only time they had shared a bed was that one night at the Yates Manor. Susan genuinely wanted the two of them to work things out.

York's lips twitched in amusement.

Coincidentally, Caleb sent him a text right then. "Bro, my sister totally gave you an assist today. You managed to take your wife home. If you really don't want a divorce, you need to seize this opportunity. Couples fight, but they make up in bed. You have way more advantages when it comes to coaxing your wife than the rest of us."

York frowned. "What advantage?"

"You're gorgeous! A beauty under the dim lights—the longer she looks, the softer her heart gets. Your temper is garbage, and your talents are useless for wooing a wife. Just use your face."

York was displeased. "You want me to use my looks to seduce her?"

Caleb didn't know if York was hung up on the idea of using his looks or the idea of seducing her.

But to Caleb, it was all the same. York had clearly come back to reconcile. To reconcile meant throwing away your pride and acting like a devoted puppy.

He scored his wife with his face; what was wrong with using it to win her back now?

York glanced down at the pajamas Susan had handed him. The shirt was practically entirely open at the chest, which only made him scoff in exasperation.

Just then, Madeline emerged from the bathroom.

She was wearing a silk nightgown that exposed her radiant, luminous skin. She looked as soft as newly fallen snow, her lips striking and exceptionally full.

She looked like a breathtaking siren, sparking an endless string of wicked fantasies.

When they first got together, he learned very quickly how delicate she was. Any mark left on her skin would linger for days. In private, he always made sure to avoid the conspicuous spots.

His possessiveness ran deep; he didn't want anyone else to see the flush of her skin.

York's eyes darkened. He lit a cigarette, his mind flooded with awakened memories, including the phrase "Hunter" he had heard her say two years ago.

Two years ago, hearing her call for Hunter had felt like a blade to the throat.

It was a thorn lodged deep inside him.

It had punctured his deeply hidden possessiveness, filling him with jealousy and bitter resentment.

Madeline was going through her skincare routine. York watched her in silence. After finishing his cigarette, he grabbed the severely lacking pajamas and headed into the bathroom.

Madeline turned her head, called for Susan, and asked for a new blanket.

Susan looked hesitant.

Seeing Madeline's gaze on her, she finally explained, "Late last night, Felicity called, and Mr. Yates rushed out."

Madeline let out a self-deprecating laugh, though she wasn't surprised in the least.

Perhaps she was just used to it by now. She simply nodded calmly. "I won't be coming back for the next few days. Don't worry about my dinners; I have things to handle at work."

She wouldn't call it being a neat freak when it came to romance.

But she wasn't so pathetic as to share a husband with another woman. The only reason she was still hesitating over this marriage was half due to her family's complicated history, and half due to their child.

Meanwhile.

At the veterinary clinic.

Felicity's eyes were red, clearly from crying. She looked down guiltily at the calico cat on the table.

"York, this is all my fault. If I hadn't teased Sunny, he never would have jumped off that high ledge."