The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 37

Inside the room, York was completely unmoved. He hit the call button, refusing to waste another word on her.

"My wife is coming."

It was York's blunt way of telling her to get out.

Felicity bit her lip, her face as white as a sheet.

"Alright, York, I'll head back then. Get some rest."

Felicity closed the door behind her and paused, her eyes catching the bags left on the floor, spotting men's razors and supplies inside.

She quickly averted her gaze and left the hospital.

...

Madeline headed back to the magazine office to revise some interview outlines. By the time she finished, it was past seven, so she went straight to Fiona's place to spend time with her daughter.

Sloane was there bumming a free meal to avoid cooking. Seeing Madeline, she raised an eyebrow. "Weren't you supposed to be at the hospital playing nurse to York? Did you two fight again?"

"No," Madeline said calmly as she walked over and kissed her daughter. "I just figured he had plenty of people lining up to repay his favors, so I thought I'd give someone else a turn."

"Wow," Sloane gasped dramatically, dropping onto the couch beside her with a grin. "What a saint. You truly are a living angel."

Madeline ignored the teasing, chatting with her about work and other trivial things instead.

Evie usually went to bed by nine, but she was unusually energetic that night, keeping them busy until eleven before she finally crashed.

Fiona simply offered Madeline a room to stay the night.

After a shower, Madeline couldn't sleep, so she stepped out onto the balcony to get some fresh air.

Fiona had elegant tastes and loved gardening. The entire balcony was filled with the scent of blooming flowers, incredibly soothing in the evening breeze.

May in the city was like an oven, the night wind blowing hot against her skin.

Madeline pulled out her phone and checked her messages.

"He's no golden retriever. He's a wolf."

York was a predator. One wrong move, and he'd devour you down to the bone, though he was fiercely loyal to the ones he claimed.

The vague, tangled emotions in her chest slowly settled as she sat down in a rocking chair, swaying gently.

"He got hurt because of me, so it's only right I show some concern. We're destined to go our separate ways, but that doesn't mean we have to be enemies."

"They say marriage is an ordeal," Sloane said, sitting in the opposite chair to face her. "Looks like you've learned a lot since York came back."

Madeline said nothing.

At the hospital.

Caleb walked into the room carrying a thermos of fresh soup and looked around.

"Guess Madeline didn't fall for your whole heroic act, seeing as she dumped you here all alone."