The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 164

Hearing this, York lifted his gaze to look at them.

"Congratulations, Ms. Sutton."

"You can keep your congratulations. I won't be inviting you to the wedding anyway."

Even if York, that bastard, was finally starting to act like a decent human being.

It could never erase the pain he had caused Madeline.

Sloane simply couldn't bring herself to be nice to him.

York stood up, his tone indifferent.

"I never said I wanted to attend your wedding."

He glanced at Evie one more time, an inexplicable wave of disappointment washing over him.

If this child was really Madeline's, a woman who craved family as much as she did would never be this painfully calm.

"I'm going to step out and take a call."

The irritation bubbling in York's chest was growing harder to ignore, and the craving for a cigarette hit him hard. He made a quick excuse and walked out.

Once he was gone, Lucas simply gave Madeline a polite nod in greeting.

"I'm sure you two have things to discuss. I'll wait outside."

The man considerately closed the door behind him.

Sloane sat down next to Madeline, reading the expression on her face before squeezing her hand.

"Are you still mad? Please don't be mad."

"Are you really insisting on getting married? Sloane, I want to know—is this mostly because of your feelings for him, or is it for Evie..."

"Of course it's because of my feelings for him," Sloane replied without missing a beat.

"You know, Lucas has this underclassman he knew abroad. I heard she's even in the national theater troupe."

It had been a while since Sloane had a real heart-to-heart with Madeline.

Once she opened the floodgates, she couldn't stop.

"Lucas's mother absolutely adores her. You were right—I need to follow my heart and make my own choices."

"Anyway, for now, he's the one."

Whenever Madeline heard phrases like 'childhood sweetheart' or 'first love,' it practically triggered her PTSD.

She glanced toward the door, faintly making out Lucas's silhouette through the glass.

"And what about him? What does he think?"