To the Love of My Life

Chapter 817: Chapter 817: Overbearing CEO Falls for the Delicate Wife (17)_1
 

After speaking, Madeleine didn’t even change out of her clothes soaked by the rain; she went straight to the water dispenser, poured a cup of warm water for Howard Coleman, and, following the instructions on the medicine box, took two pills for Howard. She turned around and handed them to Howard, but she found the man still standing in the foyer area, staring intently at the door, lost in thought.

As Madeleine walked up to Howard, before she could open her mouth to speak, the man snapped back to reality, turned his head, and looked at her hair, which had become a wet mess. He then extended his hand to take the medicine and the cup from her and said, “Go take a hot shower quickly, be careful not to catch a cold.”

Before Madeleine had broken up Howard and Anita Madris, Howard had always treated her like a younger sister, caring for her, cherishing her, but ever since she became his wife, she hadn’t heard any words of concern from him.

The words Howard spoke now, compared to how he used to treat her, weren’t all that considerate, but at that moment, Madeleine felt an immense sense of happiness.

She instantly gave Howard a sweet smile, nodded vigorously, then turned and headed toward the bedroom.

Howard watched Madeleine’s figure disappear at the entrance of the master bedroom before lowering his head, looking at the cup and pills in his hands, and a rush of indescribable emotions rapidly spread in his chest.

He actually hadn’t felt sick at all; he had just run into Anita Madris and didn’t have the appetite for a late-night snack, so he had made up a random excuse to Madeleine.

But he hadn’t expected that such a casual fabrication would make her run out to buy medicine for him without regard for the terrible weather.

The storm outside the window hadn’t stopped, and when Howard turned his head to look outside, a bright flash of lightning happened to strike down.

Howard abruptly stuffed the pills into his mouth, then took the cup, drank a large gulp of water, and swallowed the medicine.

When Howard returned to the master bedroom, Madeleine was still showering, so he casually sat on the sofa, picked up his phone, and saw that there were two text messages—he clicked to open them, and they were from Anita Madris.

“Is that you, Howard?”

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“Howard, I know it’s you.”

Howard stared at the text messages, lost in thought, until the sound of the bathroom door sliding open behind him snapped him back to reality. He quickly locked his phone screen, turned his head, glanced at Madeleine wearing long-sleeve, long-pant pajamas, hesitated for a moment, pointed at the bed, and said, “You should rest early.”

Madeleine nodded, obediently climbed onto the bed, and Howard sat on the couch for a while before standing up, turning off the bedroom lights, and heading to the bathroom himself.

After Howard had showered, he picked up his phone, lay on the other side of the bed, and dimmed the sleep light a little.

The room was very quiet; Howard knew Madeleine wasn’t asleep yet, but the two of them didn’t exchange a single word.

From time to time, there were peals of thunder outside the window.

Howard’s hands were cushioned behind his head, his eyes open, staring at the ceiling. Just as he was about to close his eyes, he heard his phone, placed on the nightstand next to him, beep twice, signaling an incoming text message.

[Some say it’s not worth it for Madeleine, some say Madeleine is being abused, but if you have truly loved, being able to do things for your beloved is a form of happiness. If you love someone, but don’t even have the privilege to serve them, that is the real tragedy. At this moment, Madeleine is far happier than when she first married Howard.]