The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 64

Sitting in the car, Madeline heard every word of their conversation crystal clear.

Hearing talk of putting on a show and having mistresses on the side left her expression completely blank.

That was just the reality of it.

No matter how much Madeline's memory romanticized the beginning of their relationship, she couldn't change the truth: it was built entirely on mutual benefit.

It was exactly as York said. If he truly cared about someone, he'd protect them at all costs, even if the whole world knew about it.

After delivering his final warning, York opened the door and got in. Madeline snapped out of her daze as the man started the engine without a word, his entire demeanor radiating a chilling aura.

It seemed Gideon's words had gotten to him after all.

That night when they got home, York stepped out to take a call. When he returned, his expression was grim.

Madeline was just about to take a shower when York suddenly spoke up.

"Maddy, the last person who crossed Gideon Zimmerman died in a mysterious car crash."

Madeline looked at him in surprise. Was he actually warning her to be careful?

How amusing. Hell must have frozen over for York to actually worry about her safety.

"What, are you trying to say that if something happens to you, you expect me to stay by your side?"

For some reason, a sharp, bitter ache flared in Madeline's chest, stripping away her filter.

"Don't worry. I'll be the first to run, and I'll run far away."

York paused, though he didn't look particularly heartbroken.

In fact, he smiled.

"You really are as calculating as I thought, Ms. Monroe. It's a shame you didn't become an accountant, because you never miss a beat."

As they bickered, York casually flicked on the television, which happened to be set to a legal channel.

Her breathing turned erratic. She dug her nails into her palms, desperately forcing herself back to reality.

She rushed into the bathroom and cranked on the shower.

It felt as if only the scalding water could wash away the filth of her past, allowing her to become the fearless Madeline Monroe once again.

It was all in the past.

Madeline wiped the water from her face. Half an hour later, she dried off and reached out to grab her pajamas, intending to head out.

To her dismay, a quick search of the bathroom revealed her pajamas were nowhere to be found.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

The man's lazy, drawling voice drifted through the wood.

"Ms. Monroe, you forgot your pajamas. Need me to deliver them?"