The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 48

Felicity cast a sideways glance at Madeline and spoke softly.

"I heard that you had the misfortune of marrying the wrong man, Ms. Vance, and divorced a few years ago."

"I suspect Madeline shares your exact sentiments."

York's situation was no secret in their elite social circles. Vivienne was an old acquaintance of his, and even without maliciously prying, the rumors of him living apart from his new wife were widely known.

With Felicity bringing it up now, the underlying motive wasn't hard to guess.

Felicity covered her mouth, looking utterly guilty.

"I'm so sorry, Ms. Vance. Did I speak out of turn? I had a little wine tonight, and chatting with you made me so happy I just blurted it out. I'm sorry, Madeline..."

Madeline saw right through her pathetic act. She cast a cool, detached glance at her, her eyes as icy as a harsh winter frost.

She picked up her freshly brewed tea and spoke in a smooth, unhurried tone. "This Biluochun tea from the south is truly exceptional for the season."

"Both the color and the flavor are textbook perfect."

"It seems that guide on how to spot something toxic pretending to be sweet was entirely accurate."

Vivienne let out a soft laugh, picked up a large, round grape from her plate, and set it firmly on the table.

"Felicity, I'm not a fan of sour fruits."

"And regarding your comment about Madeline and I sharing the same 'misfortune'—I don't see it that way at all."

Vivienne's expression turned bold and unapologetic as she continued with a radiant smile:

"Cutting out the people and things that drag you down and drain your energy can hardly be called a misfortune."

She looked directly at Felicity.

"I merely agreed that Vivienne's philosophy makes perfect sense, and you're already jumping out of your seat to defend him. York is so incredibly lucky to have such a devoted friend like you."

Hearing this, York snapped his lighter on with a sharp click. The red flame reflected in his dark eyes as a dangerous smirk played on his lips.

"Honey, I was the one who went out of my way to invite Vivienne just for you. Seems my good deed is being ruthlessly punished."

He snapped the lighter shut and stared intensely at Madeline.

"There is no such thing as getting tired of a view. What you truly take to heart, you never tire of. If you get sick of something easily, it means it was a mistake from the very beginning. You two enjoy your chat about art. As a guy, I'm getting bored."

With that, York stood up on his long legs and strode away.

Felicity immediately shot up as well:

"York, wait for me..."