When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

Doll 1775

Chapter 1775 Calvin And Madeline

"Why are you still here?" he asked.

Madeline immediately stood up. "Mr. Reese, I still have some unfinished work. Once I'm done, I'll head home."

Calvin chuckled. "Work never really ends, but your health should come first. Don't push yourself too hard."

Madeline's fingers tightened slightly before she ultimately shook her head. "I'm fine. I'm not tired."

Calvin wasn't usually one to interfere in others' personal matters. However, being Madeline's superior for so long, he considered her a friend.

He walked over and took a seat. "Did something happen at home?"

Recalling how Darren had taken Amelia away last time, he couldn't help but wonder if Darren had caused trouble again.

Madeline quickly shook her head. "No, everything at home has been settled."

As soon as she finished speaking, an idea struck her. "Oh, Mr. Reese. You helped me clean up such a big mess last time. I've been meaning to treat you to a meal as a thank you. Why put it off? How about today?"

Previously, when Darren had taken Amelia away, Madeline had been so distracted that she made several mistakes at work. If not for Calvin's help, she wouldn't have been able to handle it.

Calvin didn't decline. Instead, he gave a small nod. “Sure.”

Madeline tidied up her desk, grabbed her bag, and left the office with him.

sleek Maybach was parked just

car, Darren sat in silence, watching her through the glass. He saw the way she walked beside Calvin, her expression relaxed, even laughing at something he said. With a sharp flick of his lighter, he lit

to mask the bitterness in his

yet his hands remained clenched around the steering wheel, trembling slightly,

the time Madeline and Calvin finished

returned to the

mansion was still

his hand. When he saw her walk in, he didn't react-his expression remained unreadable, and he made no effort to

silence. "Why are you still

never lifting to meet hers.

working overtime," she

your whereabouts to me,""

don't need

didn't say the last

with Darren. "I was just making casual conversation, not reporting my schedule to you. We may not be

Amelia, was complicated an intricate knot

untangle, no matter

Without a word, he stood and

for a drink,"

she could respond, the

place, bewildered. What's

Club, the concept of night didn't exist. The place was alive

a crowd as diverse as the drinks being