NovelEnglishMadelyn stared at her phone screen.
'Should | tell him | won't be going home tonight?" she wondered.
Madelyn was tired.
‘What are we right now? If Ethan can't forget about Donna and remain in contact with her, why is he with me? Is it to spite Donna for her abrupt departure back then? I'm not their tool,’ she thought again.
Madelyn could not stand Ethan's betrayal. However, she was worried she would face what she had predicted if she left the Arnold residence and returned to the Jent residence. She would fall back into Zach's hands and be humiliated by him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRight now, Madelyn only had two choices: play dumb and continue going to school while receiving the Arnold family's protection, or break up with Ethan and return to her harsh, former life at the Jent residence.
Madelyn already knew her answer after considering all this.
School ended at eight-thirty. A familiar car punctually pulled over outside of the school.
Madelyn went to the backseat, and someone was already sitting there. He had Bluetooth earphones on and a laptop propped on his lap. He seemed to be in a meeting. Seeing this, Madelyn did not interrupt him and gently closed the door.
The two were still giving each other the silent treatment. By the time Ethan left his meeting, Madelyn had already fallen asleep.
Ethan was actually distracted throughout his meeting. He was completely focused on Madelyn; he barely registered anything from the meeting and hastily ended it.
He took his gray blazer and put it over Madelyn. She woke up and found herself gazing into the man's eyes.
He gave off an unwelcoming feeling no matter how she looked at him.
In the past, she even found his tattoos benign and gentle. However, she now found it a little scary.
Madelyn quickly snapped out of it and grabbed the blazer that was about to slip off.
"Thank you," she said. She immediately felt the man turn frostier the moment she thanked him.
"You're welcome.” Ethan hated how detached she was when she thanked him. He sat back.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmLeyton glanced at the two from the rearview mirror. He could tell the two had fought. He had actually foreseen this day would come if Ethan did not address those issues.
'As long as Donna is between Mr. Arnold and Ms. Jent, the two will never have peace,’ he thought.
They only exchanged a single sentence when they arrived at the Arnold residence.
Madelyn got out of the car and held Ethan's blazer in one hand and her book in the other. She felt the weight of his gaze on her back and did not know what to say. She handed his blazer to the servant waiting at the entrance.
Just as she was about to go upstairs, she spottedthe old lady sitting on the couch.
"I've been waiting for you. Come over and help me find out why this cinnamon oatmeal doesn't taste right." "I'l have a taste,” Madelyn said as she walked over.
A servant handed her a clean spoon. Madelyn tasted the oatmeal and said, "It's just right. Do you find it too bland? Or is it too sweet?" Evelyn shook her head.
"There's only oatmeal and cinnamon in here, but I'm tasting something else. It doesn't taste right." Madelyn stirred the mixture and saw shredded coconut at the bottom of the pot.
"| see some shredded coconut in here. Someone must've accidentally added them. I'll make you another pot if you don't like it." "This pot of oatmeal will be wasted if | don't eat it!" Evelyn said, hinting at something else. She looked at Madelyn and then at Ethan, who was beside her.
"Oh well. So be it. Mixing other things into it will ruin my appetite.” Madelyn smiled, "I can make you some pastina if you're hungry?" MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 mmMwWLLIOfiflO& 1 MMMWWLIIOIfIO&1 MULL TO £2 E1061 mmMwWLIiIOfiflO&1
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