Chapter 921:

Glenn smiled and said with loyalty, “Your brother is family to me as well.” It was clear to Glenn that he’d need to lend more of a helping hand to his brother-in-law in the future. After all, keeping Elaine happy meant keeping himself happy.

Madisyn, ever insightful, added, “He’s my uncle, after all, and he’s skilled, just overlooked.”

Elaine held both their hands tightly, her voice filled with emotion. “Having you two by my side is the greatest blessing of my life!”

Later that evening, after Madisyn had showered, Andrew returned home. He carried with him an air of cold detachment, but the moment he saw Madisyn, his expression softened. He immediately embraced her, his voice tender. “Sweetheart, I’ve missed you so much.”

“Did you go to work?” Madisyn asked, her eyes sharp as she suddenly noticed something amiss and pushed him away.noveldrama

Andrew looked momentarily stunned, his gaze carrying a tinge of grievance. Madisyn wiped at his collar and revealed a smear of lipstick on her fingers.

“Lipstick? Seriously?” Madisyn squinted at him, her tone sharp yet controlled.

Andrew’s expression flickered. He was dressed impeccably in a black suit, and the faint smear of lipstick had been easy to miss. He hadn’t even noticed it in the frenzy of wrapping up work.

Thinking back, Andrew realized it was likely Evita’s handiwork—a calculated move when she had rushed over. That damn woman!

Andrew’s dark eyes mirrored the depths of an unfathomable ocean—calm on the surface but concealing a quiet, chilling storm. But in the next instant, his gaze softened, turning pitifully innocent.

“Sweetheart, it was Evita. She set me up.”

Madisyn didn’t need him to say anything further; she could tell he was telling the truth from his demeanor.

His earlier coldness had been so unsettling that she felt a pang of sympathy even for Evita.

“It’s okay, but you walked right into the trap?” Madisyn teased to lighten the mood.

Unexpectedly, Andrew’s brows furrowed, and his voice turned apologetic. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’s my fault. I’ll be more careful next time!”

Seeing his unease, Madisyn felt a twinge of guilt. “It’s alright; no need to stress. I know you were set up.”

Andrew let out a visible sigh of relief. But there was a glint in his eyes—it seemed Evita hadn’t yet faced enough consequences for her actions.

After holding Madisyn’s gaze for a few seconds, Andrew became sullen again.

Madisyn tilted her head. “What’s bothering you now?”

“Sweetheart, aren’t you even curious about why I was with Evita?” Andrew said, his voice laced with longing.

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