The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 32

Inside, Sienna's eyes lit up. "Caleb?"

Seeing the scene in the room, Caleb's face went ashen with rage.

They were in trouble!

One was his sister, the other was his best friend's wife. This fat bastard had a death wish!

But how did York know?

Caleb and York could walk through any door in the city just on face value, but Warren had no clue about the high-society faces of this town.

He just assumed they were backup called in by Sienna and Madeline.

How could some little girl who had to audition just to get her foot in the door know anyone with real power?

To him, these bottom-feeders were the easiest to get rid of.

He pulled a thick stack of cash from his bag and snapped impatiently, "Who the hell do you blind fools think you are, ruining my fun? Take this cash and get the hell out!"

York acted as if he hadn't heard a word, his eyes locked onto Madeline's pale, beautiful face, his expression terrifyingly dark.

This piece of trash actually hurt her?

When Madeline saw York's familiar face, a trace of confusion flickered in her hazy eyes.

York?

Why was he here?

Her heart gave a slight jolt, and just as she was about to call out his name, she suddenly heard Felicity gasp.

"Oh my! Madeline?"

Only then did Madeline notice Felicity's presence.

"What happened? These people look terrifying..."

As if genuinely frightened by the scene, Felicity shrank back behind York.

The two of them stood incredibly close.

The name "York" got lodged sharply in Madeline's throat.

Madeline quickly averted her eyes, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the glass shard in her palm, completely unaware of the sharp edges slicing into her skin.

Blood dripped through her fingers onto her white dress, blooming drop by drop in a stark, blinding contrast.

York's expression darkened completely, and he strode directly toward Madeline.

From the very beginning, he hadn't spared Warren a single glance.

Furious, Warren barked, "You little punk, can't you understand plain English—"

"You fat pig. You dare touch Sienna and Madeline? Today I'm going to show you exactly what hell looks like!"

Caleb cracked his neck, but in the very next second—

"You bitch, you definitely called these guys! Even if I die today, I'm taking you with me!"

Warren beat him to the punch, suddenly snatching a fruit knife from the table and lunging straight for Madeline!

"Madeline!"

It all happened too fast. Before Madeline could even react, York threw himself in front of her.

Felicity let out a horrified scream, "York!"

The knife sank deeply into York's body. A split second later, Caleb unleashed a brutal kick that sent Warren flying across the room.

The blow shattered Warren's ribs. He collapsed onto the ground, rolling and wailing in agony, utterly incapacitated.

Madeline's breath hitched in her throat, her chest frozen as she stared at York in absolute disbelief.

His white shirt was rapidly turning crimson. York looked at her, his face pale, and managed a faint, reassuring smirk. He opened his mouth to speak, but all his strength vanished, and he collapsed.

"York!"

Madeline caught him in a frantic panic, her fingertips met with a sickening warmth and the heavy metallic scent of blood.