The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 50

Seraphina looked at him and shook her head affectionately.

"Look at how casually you're brushing me off. I'm getting gray hairs because of you. Forget it, if I say any more, I'll just annoy you."

York chuckled.

"When you go out, people think we're sister and brother. What gray hairs?"

"Smooth talker. Don't use your corporate tactics on me. Since it's settled, I'll stop nagging."

Seraphina was a classic southern beauty, always speaking in soft, gentle tones and rarely losing her temper.

"By the way, there's one more thing. Felicity has been having terrible nightmares lately and hasn't had much energy. She was sick a few days ago and coughed for a long time before recovering. I'm going to have her stay at the Manor for the next few days. Since I have free time, I can make sure she gets properly nourished."

"She has a weak constitution to begin with, and with all this moving back and forth, I just can't stop worrying."

Felicity clutched Seraphina's hand, shooting a cautious glance at Madeline before nervously leaning closer to Seraphina.

"Seraphina, I'm really fine. I don't want to make things awkward for everyone just because of me..."

"Felicity, what are you talking about? You're like a daughter to me. You aren't married yet, so what's inappropriate about staying in your own home? Besides, I'm the one making the final decision."

Seraphina showed a hint of displeasure before turning to look directly at Madeline.

"Maddy, what are your thoughts?"

Although Seraphina's tone was as gentle as always, Madeline could still detect her underlying annoyance.

It was painfully obvious that Felicity's little act was designed perfectly to make Madeline look like the villain.

Her expression turned ice-cold. She looked at Felicity with a faint trace of mockery in her eyes, her tone entirely detached.

"Felicity can live wherever she wants. This is your home, after all, and I've never said otherwise. Even if I were unhappy about it, you'd still do whatever you please. Isn't it a bit too late to ask for my opinion now?"

"Maddy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that..."

Madeline gave him a long, hard look, silently agreeing.

Madeline was in incredibly low spirits the entire ride. She stared at the changing scenery out the window, the passing streetlights casting flickering shadows across her face. She was enveloped in an unshakable sorrow, burdened by heavy secrets no one knew.

York kept glancing her way.

Madeline's most captivating trait wasn't her looks. There were plenty of beautiful women in the world, and with modern makeup, the differences were entirely marginal.

What truly set her apart was her intoxicating aura. Even when she smiled, she felt utterly untouchable.

Like a rare snow lotus blooming on an icy peak, no one could truly traverse the glaciers to reach her heavily guarded heart.

Just like the Madeline sitting silently beside him now.

When the car pulled into Azure Bay, Madeline headed straight to the master bedroom. By the time York walked in, she was already removing her makeup.

"Are you still upset about what happened at the Manor?"