The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 66

But looking into Madeline's eyes right now, a sudden, inexplicable stab of guilt pierced his chest.

She deeply resented him.

That realization acted like a pin to a balloon, draining all his aggressive momentum instantly.

His Adam's apple bobbed once more.

"Maddy..."

"York, I don't want to hear it. Get out."

Madeline swallowed back the rest of the bitter words hovering on her tongue.

She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting the situation to spiral into a full-blown screaming match.

"I need to dry my hair."

"Maddy, just now I was only..."

York paused, searching for the right words to explain, but his phone suddenly cut through the silence.

He glanced down and was stunned to see his mother, Seraphina James, calling.

Seraphina rarely called him. York answered, immediately noticing the pure panic in her voice.

"York, Felicity went to the mall, and Julian Zimmerman blocked her at the exit. She was crying her eyes out when she called me just now. Please go check on her immediately."

"I'm warning you, I treat Felicity like my own flesh and blood. If anything happens to her because of the mess you're dragging us into, I will never forgive you!"

York's face instantly darkened.

"I'll handle it."

He ended the call, spun around to snatch his suit jacket from the bed, and headed straight for the door.

Madeline watched the entire sequence, quietly picking up her hairdryer from the floor. Through the bathroom mirror, she could track York's frantic movements.

York hadn't walked far away to take the call, nor had he tried to hide it, so she easily caught the gist of the emergency.

Of course, only something concerning Felicity Xavier could make Seraphina sound so terrified.

Just as she reached to turn on the hairdryer, a large hand clamped over hers, stopping her.

She whipped around to see a fully dressed York standing in the bathroom again.

He stared down at her, his dark eyes entirely unreadable.

"Maddy, do you want to come with me?"

Madeline froze, looking up at him in utter disbelief.

She desperately wanted to press a hand to his forehead to check if he had completely lost his mind.

She always assumed York loved her fierce jealousy. After all, he was just as bad. If a stranger so much as glanced at her on the street, York would immediately lose his temper.

She had eventually grown utterly sick of his irrational demands.

Yet when it came to Felicity, Madeline was just as fiercely territorial.

Deep down, they were exactly the same kind of toxic.

York was her husband, meaning she was supposed to be the most important person in his life. She had every right to demand that.

Until the day she finally learned the devastating truth.

A man's possessiveness had absolutely nothing to do with love.

Right as York's fingers grazed her wet hair, Madeline pulled the dryer away.

"I'm not going."

"I have my own business to attend to tomorrow, and I'm not bored enough to play your little games."

"York, if you don't leave right now, your mother is going to start screaming through the phone again."

Madeline's words were a cold, indisputable dismissal.

She turned her back to him and switched on the dryer, making it perfectly clear she was done talking.