Reborn to my engagement night by Baxter Walters

Chapter 207 Where Is The Real Madelyn

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On their journey back, the atmosphere in the car was dense with a palpable tension. Sebastian’s expression was cast in a deep gloom, his usually composed face now shadowed with an unsettling darkness that was painful to look at.

It seemed to Madelyn that he was becoming increasingly alienated from him as if she were a complex puzzle brimming with too many undisclosed secrets.

Originally, she had disguised herself as Morgana, subsequently becoming entwined with the notorious arms tycoon, Grimo. Most recently, her capture by the members of Oceanic Empire had ended surprisingly with her release, almost too easily.

Could any typical prominent young lady have navigated through such perilous waters as she had? Yet, in the face of all these events, Madelyn remained silent, her lips sealed.

Is she going to keep everything from me?

The thought gnawed at him, casting a shadow over his thoughts, and causing his eyes to darken further with cach passing moment.

Meanwhile, Madelyn had just started to pull herself together, her nerves steadying after the recent harrowing events at the villa. The memory of it sent a shiver through her, prompting a reflexive pat on her chest for comfort.

When her gaze shifted to Sebastian, she was taken aback by the severity of his pallor. A wave of guilt washed over her, compelling her to break the silence cautiously.

“Sebastian, are you upset?” she ventured tentatively.

His response was a piercing look that cut deeper than mere anger. It was a gaze laden with an intensity that words could scarcely capture.

“Well… I–I…” Madelyn stumbled over her words, taken aback. There was so much she wanted to say, so much she needed to explain, but the words eluded her as she met his probing eyes.

Sebastian, still simmering with anger, recognized that this was neither the time nor the place to air his grievances. He turned his head away sharply, his voice icy as he instructed, “Malcolm, go to the hospital.”

“Right,” Malcolm responded promptly, adjusting the GPS settings to their new destination.

Madelyn from the car, his grip firm as he escorted her

a thorough examination,” he demanded, his

woman with a kind demeanor, was somewhat intimidated by Sebastian’s formidable presence. She quickly ushered Madelyn to lie

the room. “Keep an eye on that mansion,

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concluded her examination with a sigh of relief. “This young lady is not in any serious danger. She just has a cut on her face, but luckily it’s not

flicker of relief crossed Sebastian’s features. However, Madelyn, suddenly remembering the scratch on her face, covered it anxiously. “Doctor, will my face scar?” she asked, her voice

couldn’t help but laugh gently at her expression, which was pitiful yet endearing like a small kitten. “Don’t worry, such a superficial wound won’t leave a scar. But keep it clean to prevent infection.

Madelyn exclaimed, feeling a surge

her appearance was crucial, not just for others but for herself. And the thought of her face being marred was unbearable, especially

carefully, applying medicine and dressing them. Malcolm lingered briefly before leaving to oversee the surveillance of

the doctor finished dressing Madelyn’s wounds. Soon, her face was neatly bandaged, and a

then drove her home in silence, the car filled with an unspoken tension. Madelyn tried several times to initiate conversation, but each attempt ended with the words unspoken, swallowed back into the

say,

they

Sebastian, without bothering to turn on the lights, grabbed Madelyn and pressed her against the

heart racing with sudden fear as she stared up at his imposing

doing?” Her voice was weak, barely a

in response. Now that they were alone, Sebastian felt no need

her mind a tumult of

admit to something as unbelievable as reincarnation? Who would believe me if I were

colder, his grip tightening. Madelyn winced,

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