Chapter 395
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395 –The Arrogant Woman I Want For A Night
Elgin:
I had only caught one glimpse of Madeline today, when she was leaving the hospital and heading back toward her motel.
I do not know what it was about that night, but seeing her without makeup, without any fancy clothes, stirred something in me again. It made me angry, mostly at myself
I knew exactly what kind of person she was.
Difficult.
Rude.
Arrogant.
So arrogant that when she finally decided she did not want us anymore, she said it to our faces, that we had only been an excuse for her.
I had a perfectly devoted wife at home, someone who loved me and was ready to do anything for me. 2
And on the other side, there was this woman who had betrayed people more than once.
Still, my eyes reacted to her in a way I could not ignore.
Or maybe I understood it all too well.
Maybe I just wanted to taste her one more time. If I did that my pride would be satisfied.
And even if she chose Baxter afterward, I would not feel regret, because deep down I would know that Baxter ended up with a wife who had been with someone else while being married to him.
Maybe then I could convince myself that she was not worth it, that she was unfaithful. Maybe that was how I would quiet my mind.
What am I thinking?
I forced myself out of those thoughts.
“You saw Madeline?” Graham asked me.
“She looked completely broken because of her husband.” I gave him a short
response.
He rubbed his chin slowly.
“Don’t worry, ” he told me. “We just gave Yuvonne a warning,” he replied. “If she’s smart, she won’t come to court tomorrow. And if she does, she has no idea what’s waiting for her p>
As we spoke, we started walking toward the parking lot. The sound of keys broke the silence as I pulled them out and let them jingle between my fingers while we moved closer to the car.
“Everything is under our control. But there’s one thing I don’t understand p>
I ran a hand through my hair, roughing it up slightly, then shoved my hand back into my coat pocket. It was cold, and exhaustion was settling in.
“What is it?” he asked as he rolled his shoulders.
“ What really happened to Ron’s grandmother?” I asked. “Do you think Ron actually killed her p>
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I was genuinely curious. As far as I knew, Ron would have given his life for his grandmother. I could not understand how things had reached a point where poison was involved.
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“I don’t know,” Graham said. “But if you ask me, Yuvonne has a hand in this. You have no idea how harmful she can be p>
There was truth in his words. Even back then, when Madeline used to live with her, Yuvonne had treated her badly. She had bullied her, pushed her around, and made her life miserable.
“If that’s the case,” I said quietly, “then Ron and Yuvonne are finished p>
Graham must have noticed that I was hesitating, struggling to bring up what was really on my mind.
We were standing outside the hospital, the cold wind brushing past us and carrying the smell of disinfectant from the entrance behind us.
I jiggled the keys in my hand, the metal clicking softly, then stopped. Instead of unlockin, keys back into my pocket and turned to face him, shifting my weight on my feet.
“So what’s next?” I asked, hesitation clear in my voice.
“What do you mean?” Graham questioned.
He stood relaxed, shoulders squared, hands loose at his sides.
slipped the
There was confidence on his face, the kind that told me he already knew what I was talking about and what he planned to do.
“Come on, Graham. You know who I’m talking about,” I insisted, tapping my foot against the pavement as the wind tugged at my coat.
“I don’t know,” he replied calmly. “Say it out loud p>
I rolled my eyes and looked away for a moment, exhaling through my nose.
“What are we doing next?” I asked. “Are we doing all this just so we can make Madeline cooperate using the situation?” 1
The moment I said her name properly, I noticed the smirk forming on his lips. It was the kind of smile someone gives when they catch another person saying exactly what they wanted to hear.
“I thought you were done with her,” he remarked, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly as he leaned back against the car.
“Don’t act like you didn’t say you were over her too,” I shot back instantly.
He raised his hands in surrender, palms out, letting out a short laugh.
“Fine, relax,” he replied. “I was just having fun with you p>
I knew him well enough to know that was only half the truth. Things had previously gone a little messy between
Still, here we were again, standing side by side in the cold, because we always ended up this way.
“I think we can use this moment to make Madeline listen to us,” he said at last.
Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.