Chapter 505

Chapter 505:

Madisyn took a few bites, savoring the delicious flavors, yet her thoughts lingered on Howard and Nalani. Despite Howard’s insistence that they were merely friends, Madisyn couldn’t help but feel concerned but chose not to probe further.

Suddenly, her eyes caught a familiar silhouette in the tree outside the floor-to-ceiling window. Drawn by curiosity, she approached the window, only to find nothing there.

Noticing her movement, Howard inquired, “What’s wrong, Madisyn?”

She shook her head. “Nothing. Perhaps I was just mistaken.”

Observing the tree, Howard appeared distant and thoughtful. Curiosity piqued, Madisyn asked softly, “Howard, what’s bothering you?”

“Sometimes, I think I see someone in that tree, but it must be my imagination,” Howard replied, his tone tinged with bitterness. Then he lowered his head. His words inadvertently confirmed Madisyn’s suspicion that Milly often appeared in that very tree. How was Milly doing now?

The afternoon passed with Madisyn staying by Howard’s side. At some point, Nalani returned with a tray of snacks, her demeanor shy.

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“Madisyn, and this handsome gentleman, please enjoy these. Our company offers plenty of snacks, and if you find yourselves bored, the 8th floor has video games.”

“Thank you. You can go about your business,” Madisyn responded politely, noting Howard’s nonchalant acceptance of Nalani’s presence.

Had Howard been moved by Nalani’s efforts?

That evening, the three siblings shopped for dinner ingredients and enjoyed a meal together with their parents, relishing the warm and inviting atmosphere. Madisyn captured the moment with a photo and sent it to Andrew.

“Looks great,” Andrew texted back.

“Are you done with work? Join us for dinner,” Madisyn invited.

“I might be back late. You should eat without me,” Andrew replied, setting his phone aside. He had the time to return immediately but chose not to disrupt the rare family gathering, not wanting to impose as an outsider.

After completing his work late into the night, Andrew gathered his belongings, slipping into his suit jacket, ready to go. Just then, the office door swung open.

Startled, Andrew wondered if it was his assistant who hadn’t gotten off work yet. However, a graceful woman entered, carrying a box. She was strikingly beautiful and greeted him warmly. Joy lit up Andrew’s eyes at her arrival.

“The chill of the night seemed to dissolve instantly. ‘Why are you here? Weren’t you having dinner with your family?”

“I’ve finished dinner. You’re working late, so I brought you dinner,” Madisyn said, sitting at the table and unpacking a hearty meal from the box.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Andrew said, encircling Madisyn with his strong arms from behind, his breath warm against her ear.

A blush crept across Madisyn’s cheeks as she urged him, “Hurry up. Did you manage to eat tonight?”

“I was too caught up with work. It’s great you brought food,” Andrew admitted.

Madisyn’s expression clouded with concern. “Didn’t I tell you to take better care of yourself? If you keep skipping meals, I’ll be really upset!”

“Got it, sweetheart,” Andrew replied, looking sheepish. He pulled her close on the sofa, promising, “I’ll make sure to eat properly from now on.”

After Andrew finished his meal, they left together. Madisyn climbed into Andrew’s Porsche, with him at the wheel. Suddenly, several sports cars whizzed by, blatantly running red lights and nearly colliding with their car.

“These people are reckless! They should keep their racing to designated tracks,” Madisyn remarked, watching the sports cars vanish into the night, her annoyance palpable.

“They’re chasing thrills by racing on city roads at night, completely disregarding the safety of others,” Andrew responded indifferently. “Sweetheart, if you ever encounter them, make sure to keep your distance.”

Madisyn couldn’t help but think to herself that if she ever met these people, she would definitely give them a piece of her mind. Nevertheless, she obediently replied, “Yes, I won’t do anything dangerous.”

They returned to their respective villas. While applying a facial mask by the window, Madisyn’s attention was suddenly caught by a familiar figure stealthily exiting her parents’ villa.

Wasn’t that Waylon? What was he doing out so late at night?

Waylon walked to the parking lot and was about to start his car when he was startled by a figure in front of the vehicle, nearly causing him to slam on the gas in fright. “Madisyn, why are you here?” he exclaimed as he got out of the car.

“Waylon, it’s so late. Where are you going?” Madisyn asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“I’m off to grab a meal with some friends. You should head back and rest,” Waylon replied, awkwardly scratching his head.

Madisyn was speechless. How did Waylon manage to win the Best Actor award? He was a liar.

Under her scrutinizing gaze, Waylon squirmed, guilt washing over him. “Madisyn, I really have to go. You should head back inside!”

“Tell me what’s really going on,” she demanded.

Waylon hesitated, his discomfort palpable. After a pause, he suddenly ran over and clung to Madisyn’s leg, pleading, “Madisyn, I’ll tell you everything, but you mustn’t tell Mom and Dad—and please, don’t tell our brothers!”

Speechless once more, Madisyn couldn’t help but think that Waylon really had no backbone!

“What exactly are you planning to do?” she asked.

“Actually, I’m going… I am going to race with some people.”

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