NovelEnglish‘He's always around so many women, who knows how many he's been fooling around before me." She thought Zach was disgusting, yet she couldn't help feeling the same about herself. How she wished their paths had never crossed.
From downstairs, Jasmine's voice drifted up as she ascended the stairs. "Zach, did you make Madelyn upset again?" When she reached the door, she didn’t seem shocked when she saw what was happening in the room. Instead, she just smiled at Zach, "Why do you always get her worked up? Talk to me instead.” It was clear from how Jasmine looked at Zach that they had something special.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Leave! This is MY room. Talk somewhere else,” Madelyn said, putting down the craft knife in her hand. There was a small cut on her neck that was bleeding a little.
Madelyn didn't conceal the contempt in her eyes for them. To her, the relationships in this house were all tangled up and messed up. It felt as if the house were a decaying swamp, and everyone was trapped, unable to break free.
"Madelyn, don’t play with that knife. You could get hurt." Jasmine's words only made Madelyn more annoyed.
"If you won't go, then | will. This room's all yours." Madelyn just wanted to be far away from them.
Madelyn quickly stepped away as Zach tried to grab her. But she swung the knife up in defense, and Zach ended up with a cut on his hand.
She took a deep breath, trying not to show her fear. Her eyes seemed to say, ‘Try that again, and see what happens.’ Zach stared back, his eyes full of anger and something darker.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSuddenly, he slapped Jasmine, making her fall. "You..." "Have the servants been treating you too well lately? You've become so careless with your words," Zach said angrily, putting his foot on Jasmine's ankle.
With a defiant tone, Jasmine spoke up, "I don't like how you treat Madelyn. And the nicer you are to her, the more | want to show her who you really are. As long as I'm here, she'll always wonder if the baby is yours. She'll keep trying to get away from you." Jasmine tried to stand, but the more she moved, the harder Zach pressed on her ankle.
Despite the pain, she provoked him, "It must hurt to be wounded by someone you care about, Zach Jardin! If she ever learns that you ordered Rosalia to poison Hayson the same way you guys poison her, don't you think she'll hate you enough to kill you?" The wound on the back of Zach's hand wasn't deep, but it was bleeding. Madelyn had definitely not held back. If Zach hadn't moved quickly, the cut might have been bone-deep.
That night, the bodyguards were called off, and Madelyn had already escaped to the neighboring mansion, the place Ethan had previously stayed, for some rest.
In his room, with only a bedside lamp on, Zach was wrapping the wound with gauze. Suddenly, he saw a light turn on in the mansion next door. He noticed a figure inside, moving around with a blanket. Within minutes, the light went out.
Zach lowered his eyes, lost in deep thought.
While some find peace in sleep, others lay restless throughout the night.
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