Madeleine propped her head up on the arms, gloomy. "Do you know it darling? A perfect author writes down each word with his soul. I wonât allow my new supernatural novel to be destroyed by its ending. That will drive me nuts."
Ophelia smiled bitterly.
"Is that so serious?"
"Darling, you should know me best. How dare you ask such a stupid question?"
"Give me your new novel. Iâll read it and make some suggestions."
Madeleine stared at Ophelia with twinkling eyes, snapped her fingers and said, "Darling, youâre my best bestie ever."
Ophelia read through Madeleineâs new novel. She had to admit that Madeleineâs writing excelled. Her work was well-conceived, and she was skilled in the use of words. No wonder all her novels were snapped up by readers the moment they were put on sale. Her every book was a bestseller.
"Madeleine, I think this novel is a masterpiece. But if I were the reader, I would hope for a happy ending. Since all your previous books have tragic endings, if you put another one on this book, the readers will get tired of it. Besides, after all the hero and heroine have been through, if the heroine ended up dying miserably, even I would come at you with rotten eggs, let alone the readers. So, I demand a happy ending from you this time. If not, our over ten years of friendship will come to an end too."
"Darling, take it easy. Itâs just an ending. Since you prefer a happy ending, Iâll just fall in with your wish."
Ophelia nodded, held the cushion and leaned against the sofa.
"Madeleine, Iâll stay overnight here and go straight to work tomorrow."
"Welcome! This is your home, and you may come whenever you want," Madeleine said.
At night, the two women were chatting in bed. They didnât turn off the lamp and fall asleep until 12 a.m. Meanwhile, Zachariah, who was sleeping alone, found it hard to fall asleep. He took out his phone and wrote a text message, "Woman, where are you? Come back soon. I have something to tell you."
After writing, Zachariah wanted to press the "send" button, but finally, he deleted it.
Hardly had Zachariah deleted the text message than the phone rang, and he got excited instantly. But the moment he saw the caller ID, he stopped smiling unconsciously. However, soon Zachariah had a gentle look on his face again and answered the phone.
"Hello, Cora."
Coraâs soft voice came from the other end of the line. "Zach, did I disturb your sleep?"
"As long as itâs from you, youâre not disturbing anything, no matter how late it is."
"Zach, youâre so kind." Cora was smiling happily. "Since Iâm calling you so late at night, did I disturb Miss Opheliaâs sleep?"
"Sheâs not here today, and Iâm all alone. Donât think too much," Zachariah said gently.
Cora remained silent for a long time.
"Cora, are you still listening?" Zachariah asked.
"Zach, I am." Coraâs voice rang out again, "Zach, since Miss Ophelia is not there, may I go over to you? Iâm a little scared in the hotel alone. I want you to keep me company."
Unexpectedly, Zachariah refused her. "Where are you? I can go over to you."
Coraâs voice sounded so injured. "Zach, itâs been a while since I came back, and I havenât visited your place yet. Donât you say you love me all the time? If you love me, why donât you allow me to visit your home?"
It was unknown what Zachariah was thinking about, but he just replied, "Cora, where are you? Let me go to your place."
Cora grumbled crankily, "Zach, since Miss Ophelia is not at home, I can visit your new home. Or, you donât want me to do that at all?"
Zachariah frowned, a hint of displeasure glinting in his eyes, but he still said patiently, "Cora, be a good girl. Tell me where you are, and Iâll go for you."
In a fit of temper, Cora insisted, "Zach, I would visit your place. If you still love me, donât fob me off with any more excuses. Just give me an answer now. If you donât want me to visit your new home, Iâll go back to Europe right now, and I donât want to be the Young Madam of the Chambers Family anymore."
Zachariahâs face darkened. He did love Cora and wanted to spoil her, but that didnât mean she could overstep the line or do whatever she wanted to him. He could pamper her unconditionally when she didnât hit his bottom line, but once she did, he wasnât that generous either.
"Cora, youâve gone too far," Zachariah said in a low voice.
Cora went silent on the other end of the line again.
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The Vixen's Man ï¤15 After a long pause, Cora asked, "Zach, donât you love me anymore?"
Zachariah softened his tone a little and replied, "Donât think too much. Tell me, where are you? Iâll go for you."
Cora said, "Zach, I just want to have a look at the place you live. When I asked you for something in the past, you never turned me down."
"Cora, stop! Tell me, where you are?" Zachariah said with patience.
"Zach, you donât love me. You donât love me anymore. If you still do, you wonât turn me down again and again. You donât even want me to visit your place."
Cora started to cry on the other end of the line. "Zach, I might have a better future in Europe, but I chose to go back home for the sake of you.
Between the piano and you, I chose you once again, but is this your reward for me going back home without hesitation?"
Zachariah tightened his grip on the phone.
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