The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 69

Madeline couldn't help but ruthlessly roast him in her mind.

It seemed new hires truly had zero responsibilities. Even a cutthroat prosecutor apparently enjoyed an absurdly long probation period.

Since York had been back, she hadn't seen him do an ounce of actual work—he just constantly haunted her every waking hour.

"Is your memory slipping? You forgot our deal. I'm taking you back to the Monroe Residence today."

Madeline scowled. Since when did they have a deal?

She honestly assumed a busy man like York had completely forgotten about the obligatory family visit.

However, with an audience watching closely, she decided against humiliating him publicly.

She simply gritted her teeth and let York keep his heavy arm draped aggressively over her shoulder.

"Hunter, thanks for handling my wife's errands today. Madeline and I will have to buy you dinner sometime."

"As for our schedule..."

York deliberately paused, a deeply fake look of exhaustion crossing his face.

"I've got to drag myself to the in-laws' with Maddy, so we're completely booked."

Hunter easily caught the lethal, territorial warning embedded in York's tone.

He merely flashed a perfectly crafted, aristocratic smile.

"No worries at all. Maddy, I'll see you tomorrow at our usual spot."

Madeline nodded cleanly.

"Perfect. Drive safe, Hunter."

Hunter had mentioned earlier that his investor friend was flying into The Capital tomorrow, and they had already scheduled a lunch meeting.

Madeline just hadn't expected Hunter to deliberately weaponize the plans right in front of York.

Having successfully dropped the bomb, Hunter slid into his luxury car and drove off smoothly.

The absolute fury instantly wiped any trace of smugness off York's face.

See you tomorrow?

York's jaw clenched so hard he thought his teeth would shatter.

Hunter had barely been back in town for a few days, yet he was practically shadowing Madeline 24/7. Now they had a damn date lined up for tomorrow?

Did the bastard think York was dead?

"I bought too much. The trunk is full."

Madeline's lips twitched in a mocking smirk.

"Well aren't you the golden son-in-law."

"How else am I supposed to bribe your mother into saving my doomed marriage?" York drawled sarcastically.

Madeline didn't bother fighting him anymore and slid into the passenger seat.

She glanced over and was horrified to see York scrolling through generic relationship advice videos on TikTok.

A hyper-enthusiastic woman's voice looped out of the speaker: 'Trust is the foundation of any relationship! If you want to give your partner absolute security, you need to share your phone passcode, keep all your social media entirely transparent, and completely cut off any ambiguous ties with the opposite sex...'

'In a healthy dynamic, feeling totally secure is the absolute most vital glue holding you both together...'

Madeline was utterly speechless.

Watching York, an utterly ruthless and deeply intimidating prosecutor, intensely studying trashy relationship life-hacks on his phone felt like some kind of terrifying fever dream.

She quickly averted her gaze, only to have a glowing smartphone shoved directly into her face.

Madeline stared at York in pure confusion.