Chapter 992

Chapter 992:

His words, filled with concern, instantly broke Madisyn’s reverie. Luka sighed and continued, “I know there’s a lot of work today. Madisyn, let me take you out for lunch.”

Madisyn didn’t refuse Luka’s invitation. As they exited the building, the crisp air greeted them. Just as Luka began to suggest a nearby restaurant, a sleek black Maybach rolled to a smooth stop in front of them.

Luka stopped in his tracks, sighing. He knew there was no chance for today’s lunch to happen now.

“Luka… Madisyn…” Andrew got out of the car and walked up to them. He wore an impeccably tailored mid-length suit, highlighting his tall stature and long legs. His presence was magnetic, exuding a noble elegance that made heads turn. He greeted Luka with a respectful nod. When his eyes fell on Madisyn, they turned warm, instantly melting his usually ice-cold demeanor.

Luka stood there awkwardly, his hands slipping into his pockets as he watched the scene unfold before him. Suddenly, he felt completely out of place.

He coughed lightly, trying to remind the couple of his presence.

Madisyn was the first to react. She immediately said to Andrew, “Have you had lunch? Uncle Luka and I were going to have lunch outside.” Madisyn’s words clearly implied Andrew should join them.

However, Luka didn’t intend to become an awkward third wheel, so he cut in before Andrew could speak. “Madisyn, you’ve helped me a lot today, so I really want to treat you to a nice meal. But I suddenly remembered I need to do something important. How about we do it next time? I promise I’ll make it up to you by then.”

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Then, he looked at Andrew. “Andrew, it’s good that you’re here. I’ll leave Madisyn to you.”

Of course, Andrew immediately saw through Luka’s intentions. So, he readily agreed.

He nodded at Luka with a calm yet courteous expression. “Don’t worry, Luka. I’ll take Madisyn to lunch.”

Luka looked at them with satisfaction. Then, he turned around and walked to his car without hesitation.

After witnessing the affection openly shown by Andrew and Madisyn in front of him, Luka suddenly felt the need for comfort from his wife.

Since Luka had already left, Madisyn stood there, looking at Andrew with dissatisfaction.

“Look, you’ve scared Uncle Luka away.”

Although Madisyn didn’t voice it, she wanted to tell Andrew to be more restrained next time. He looked at her with understanding, his gaze softening.

He reached out and gently rubbed the top of her head. Admitting his mistake, he bent slightly at the waist, his posture a subtle but sincere gesture of apology.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I might have overdone it, but I didn’t mean to. I just couldn’t help it.”

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