The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 211

"If I said I would die with you, would you believe me?"

Madeline, who had been furious just a moment ago, froze. She stared at York in disbelief, thinking she had misheard him, or perhaps her spiraling emotions were playing tricks on her mind.

"Whether you truly hated me that night or were just acting out of trauma, I accept all of it."

"If I die because of this one day, I won't blame you."

York suddenly gave a strange smile and continued.

"It's still better than the cold, indifferent way you're looking at me right now."

What kind of crazy nonsense was this bastard spouting?

Madeline's chest heaved violently, her temples throbbing with tension.

"York, I think you've lost your mind!"

"Let's just have our lawyers handle this from now on."

She grabbed her purse and headed for the door, but the man behind her spoke slowly.

"See? You don't believe me."

"Madeline, you're the ruthless one here."

Madeline paused, but she didn't look back.

"Think whatever you want."

It didn't matter to her anymore.

Madeline quickly walked out of Azure Bay. Getting into her car, she finally realized how badly her fingertips were trembling. She leaned over the steering wheel, clutching her chest, desperately trying to soothe the suffocating wave of anxiety.

Don't let those words shake you. Don't overthink this.

It was just her trauma acting up, making her mind spin out of control over a single sentence.

York had merely spoken a few words, yet they had caused a seismic shift in her heart.

They were adults, not characters in a soap opera. There was no such thing as dying for love; it was just a line meant to coax a naive girl.

She gasped for air, and after five or six minutes, she finally managed to steady her emotions.

It had been three years, yet a casual comment from him still had the power to send ripples through her composure.

But it was fine. As long as she got used to pushing past this hurdle, everything would be okay.

Madeline reached up to touch the necklace resting against her collarbone. She unclasped it and held it in the palm of her hand.