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.

to her, a sleek Maybach was parked

the glass. He saw the way she walked beside Calvin, her expression relaxed, even

around him, but it did nothing to mask the bitterness in his eyes,

had intended to drive away, yet his hands remained clenched around the steering wheel, trembling slightly,

time Madeline and Calvin finished dinner,

to the

was

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

broke the silence. "Why are you still awake at

set his cup down, his gaze never lifting

was working overtime," she

to report your whereabouts to

need to lie,

say the last part out

"I was just making casual conversation, not reporting my schedule to you. We may not be husband and wife anymore, but

bound by Amelia, was complicated an intricate

could untangle, no matter

still didn't look up. Without a

out for a

could respond, the door slammed

in place,

the concept of night

as diverse as the drinks being