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.

Sebastian practically carried Madelyn from the car, his grip

a thorough examination,” he demanded, his tone

by Sebastian’s formidable presence. She quickly ushered Madelyn

an eye on that mansion, and report to me immediately if anything happens,” Sebastian

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face, but luckily it’s not very deep and should

on her face, covered it anxiously. “Doctor, will my face scar?” she asked, her voice laced

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. I’ll

a surge of relief.

And the thought of her face being marred was unbearable, especially

and dressing them. Malcolm lingered briefly before leaving to oversee the surveillance of Oceanic

dressing Madelyn’s wounds.

to

know what to say, nor where to begin.

at Lockhart Villa, they entered without

the bedroom closed behind them, Sebastian, without bothering to turn on the lights, grabbed Madelyn and pressed her

out a startled scream, her heart racing with sudden

was weak, barely a whisper in the

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

she stammered, her mind a

me if I were to tell

his grip tightening. Madelyn winced,

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