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.

Maybach was parked

the way she walked beside Calvin, her expression relaxed,

nothing to mask the bitterness in his eyes, which

around the steering wheel, trembling slightly, making it impossible

Madeline and Calvin finished dinner, the night had

the Faust

was

already gone to bed, leaving only Darren sitting alone in the living room. A steaming cup of coffee rested in his hand. When he saw her walk in, he didn't react-his expression remained unreadable, and he made no effort to acknowledge her

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she could respond, the door slammed

place, bewildered.

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laughter, and a crowd as diverse as the drinks being