NovelEnglish'l just knew things would go back to how they started. Zach, | knew you would be tired of me," Madelyn thought. All she could do now was wait for Zach to show her the door. She wouldn't be free until she left the Jent residence behind. If not, she worried she might never escape being wrapped up in Zach's world.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIn the video, Zach was in the spotlight, and his influence in Ventropolis now overshadowed even that of the once-dominant Arnold family. The more Zach triumphed, the more Madelyn stewed over it.
"How did Zach get so much money and power? Did he do it at the Arnolds’ expense, climbing over them ruthlessly to fulfill his ambitions? Is this the kind of conquest you wanted, Zach?" Madelyn pondered quietly, her eyes fixed on the horizon through the big windows of her studio. The setting sun bathed her in a warm golden light, contrasting sharply with the cool, detached gleam in her gaze.
A maid climbed the stairs. "Mrs. Jardin, dinner is ready." "Okay," Madelyn replied.
Zach still hadn't come home, and the maids looked at Madelyn with sympathy, believing he had left her. They tip-toed around her, being careful not to upset her. But then they realized they might have misunderstood. They found out Madelyn was really nice, like, super nice. It seemed like she didn't even mind that Zach wasn't being faithful.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMadelyn made her way to the dining room and settled into the silence for her evening meal. Apart from her and Dalton, with Margaret aiding Dalton, the expansive hall was deserted.
Engrossed in her research, she sifted through books and papers on ancient mythology, a key component for the new video game Leonardo was working on. It was a endeavor for her, filled with unexplored complexities.
Yet, the house echoed with Zach's absence, creating a feeling of him lingering in the shadows. 'Do | miss him? No, that would be sheer lunacy," Madelyn thought.
After dinner, with an extra helping of meatloaf and a big serving of mashed potatoes tonight, she headed back to the quiet of her studio. The peacefulness of her work got a brief interruption from Dalton's lively excitement, which she eased with some playful distraction. With the nighttime routine settled and Dalton snug in bed by eight-thirty, Madelyn could retreat to her studio once again.
When the clock struck midnight, Zach had enjoyed his fair share at the gathering, a must in the midst of politicians and dignitaries. Cecilia, who had driven Zach home, parked in front of the Jent residence. Its front was only interrupted by the glow from a solitary third-floor window. She leaned back, took a long drag from her cigarette, and let out a slow exhale.
Cecilia shot Zach a meaningful look. "What good is a canary that won't sing? We've been through this—if she can't have kids, I'm here. An heir is important to you, right?"
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