Chapter 117

Chapter 117:

Waylon was puzzled. He couldn’t understand Madisyn’s and Dane’s irritation. Waylon settled back into his seat, ready to resume the game when Andrew abruptly stood up and said, “I have something to take care of as well. Excuse me.”

Waylon was at a loss for words. He was baffled. How did everyone suddenly become so busy in just minutes?

Madisyn stepped outside for some fresh air and slowly relaxed. Susan observed her and said, “It’s the first time I’ve seen you act jealous.”

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“Jealous? I’m not jealous. I don’t like him,” Madisyn blurted out without thinking.

Susan just smiled and remained silent, finding Madisyn’s defiant attitude endearing. Madisyn was known for her strong will. No one could really keep up with her. It would be wonderful if Andrew could uncover what made her unique. Moreover, he seemed capable of looking after Madisyn effectively.

Suddenly, someone tapped Susan on the shoulder. Startled, she turned to find a familiar face behind her. She quickly understood the situation and left without a word.

Madisyn felt frustrated. She kicked a stone and muttered, “We’re just friends. He looks after me only because of Waylon. Anyway, I don’t like him.” As she spoke, Madisyn began pulling at some grass by the roadside.

The person beside her remained silent. Feeling slightly guilty, Madisyn raised her voice, saying, “I said I don’t like him.”

Turning around, she didn’t see Susan but Andrew instead, sporting a subtle smile. She was mortified. Realizing what she had just admitted, she felt overwhelmingly embarrassed. Oh, God! It was so embarrassing!

“When… When did you get here?” Madisyn stammered, trying to regain her composure.

“I’ve been here for a bit.”

“Oh…” Madisyn fell silent, feeling a bit agitated.

“I heard what you said,” Andrew stated calmly, “so I’ll leave you alone from now on.”

His tone was as soothing and gentle as always. Yet, Madisyn felt a sense of distance. She caught her breath, feeling almost choked. Instinctively, she grasped his hand and questioned, “And you? Were you thinking of me when you flirted with that other woman?”

“That other woman?” Andrew raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah.” Madisyn was slightly irked. Was he going to deny it? But then, Andrew’s face broke into a smile, his dark eyes lighting up. “It looks like you are jealous, aren’t you?” Madisyn hesitated. Why did both he and Susan think she was jealous?

“How could I be jealous?” she protested loudly. “I just don’t think it’s right for you to behave like that!”

“Okay, I understand. Since you don’t approve, I won’t do it again,” Andrew responded with a light smile, appearing to be content.

Feeling both embarrassed and frustrated, Madisyn shot him a glare and turned away. But he caught her wrist with his dry, warm hand. Behind her, he said in a low, compelling voice, “Have you considered my earlier suggestion?” Madisyn stopped in her tracks. Wasn’t he drunk then? She remained silent.

“If you’re still unsure, I can give you more time,” Andrew said in a low voice.

“Okay,” Madisyn responded abruptly. She realized she didn’t want to witness him being close with another woman. “I agree,” Madisyn said, gazing into his dark eyes.

A spark seemed to light up Andrew’s deep eyes. He grinned and said, “Well, you are my girlfriend now. We’re going to have wonderful times ahead.” Madisyn nodded with a sense of pride.

The mood was getting better until the woman who had been playing games with them earlier approached. “Oh, you’re here,” she said with a smile.

Madisyn’s brow furrowed slightly. Was she here to bother Andrew?

“You…” Just as Madisyn was about to speak, the woman asked, “Andrew, have you made it up with your girlfriend?”

“What?” Madisyn was taken aback. What did she mean by that?

The woman just looked at Andrew with an inquisitive look.

“Yes, I have. You can leave now,” Andrew responded, his tone cold and stern.

The woman muttered in displeasure, “You’re so harsh. Madisyn, just a heads-up, you should keep your guard up when you’re with him. He can be quite harsh.”

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