NovelEnglishZach took the pen from Kevin. Then, he signed at the bottom of the paper and handed it to Kevin.
"Give this to the legal department.” "Yes, sir." Zach had always been someone who would go to any lengths to achieve his goals, not to mention a mere fake marriage like this.
To him, it did not matter who his bride was.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"No need for lunch today." "What's going on? Do you have to head back to the office? We just got married, you know. Honey, can't you stay with me just this once? We've never really shared a meal together. Can't we make an exception today, just for me?" "Yvonne, you need to know where to draw the line. Don't get too lost in the role.” ‘Yvonne felt a chill at his words. Zach climbed into the car without another word and drove off.
"Mr. Jardin, should we head to the office or to Floral Loft?" Zach closed his eyes for a moment, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I've accomplished what | set out to do, but why do | feel this growing sense of irritation?" he wondered.
"Home." "Understood, sir." Zach unlocked his phone and glanced at the GPS location displayed on the screen. As he did, his expression grew increasingly somber.
When Zach arrived at Floral Loft, he opened the door and went straight to the master bedroom without hesitation. There, he found Madelyn on the balcony, lost in thought. His expression darkened even further.
Slowly, he approached Madelyn, who was huddled on the couch with her knees pulled up to her chest. Her eyes seemed to be focused on something far away, as if she were in a world of her own.
Madelyn fluttered her eyes when his pair of legs came into her vision. Then, she said softly, "Congratulations." Zach stared intently at her, as if trying to see right through her. "...And?" "Have a happy marriage,” she said.
Slipping one hand into his pocket, Zach used the other to lift Madelyn's chin, locking eyes with her in a way that felt almost threatening.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"That's not what | want to hear," he said, his voice icy.
Slowly, Madelyn raised her head to meet his gaze.
"What do you expect to hear? That | love you? That you shouldn't marry Yvonne?" She went on, "Do you honestly think you'd believe me if | said any of that? Zach, when did you start lying to yourself?" Madelyn slapped his hand away and stood up.
"I know you way too well, Zach. You always treat the things you've gotten way too easily in disdain. As for the things you cannot get your hands on, you use all means to get them. And this includes keeping me by your side. It's merely your possessiveness acting up. You can't accept the fact that I'm now over you when | used to be so deeply in love with you." Her voice tinged with bitterness, she added, "You want everyone to submit to you willingly. If you have any decency left, don't toy with Yvonne's emotions. Be a responsible husband and treat her well. If you still doubt me, let me be clear: Zach, | don't love you. | don't love you now, and | never will in the future.” ‘He's always been like this. To him, the things he can't have are the most valuable, she thought to herself.
Madelyn continued speaking, "Prof. Monet has already returned to Ventropolis. I'll move out tomorrow, and... You should go back to wherever you should be." Zach suddenly cracked a smirk.
"We'll see if you can really break free." Madelyn stayed silent, offering no response.
Just then, the housemaid knocked.
"Sir? Ms. Jent? Lunch is ready.”
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