Chapter 487

The servant picked up the untouched food and hurriedly left. At the doorway, she spotted Madelyn approaching. “Miss Jent.”

Madelyn glanced at her and asked, “He still hasn’t eaten?” The servant nodded with concern, saying, “You should go check on him.” Madelyn glanced at the closed study door. “Please prepare some food again, “she instructed.

“Alright.”

With a medicine box in hand, Madelyn stood in the hallway. She raised her hand to knock on the door but hesitated. The soft, warm glow from the overhead lamp cast a gentle light on her youthful face, her expression inscrutable. Without further ado, she pushed open the door and walked in. An overwhelming smell of tobacco hit her, and she noticed shattered teacups on the floor.

Madelyn smiled. She wasn’t sure where to step amidst the broken porcelain. Carefully making her way forward, she took a seat beside him. Ethan felt the space beside him sink before he could react. He didn’t even get a chance to look when she pinched off his cigarette and tossed it into the ashtray.

Madelyn absentmindedly grabbed his hand and unbuttoned his shirt cuff. ” Did you forget what the doctor told you? You’re not supposed to smoke.” Lowering her head, she could sense his piercing gaze on her.

She noticed that his wound had already scabbed over and looked much better than before. “Why are you here?” He sounded grumpy.

“Because I’m afraid you’ll get so angry with yourself that you’ll make yourself sick in the end.” Ethan didn’t pull his hand away from Madelyn. Instead, he placed it on her lap, allowing her to apply the medicine.

She felt the room was getting stuffy. She put down the cotton swab and said, “Let’s open the window, and you should take off your shirt so I can treat your wound.”

As she turned, Ethan had already risen and left the study. Madelyn didn’t hurry to open the window, deciding to wait for the servant to clean up later.

Later on, she went to Ethan’s room. It smelled better than the study, with a faint scent of pine wood. Although she lived here, she rarely entered his room.

Standing in front of Ethan, she reached out and expertly unbuttoned his shirt, as if it wasn’t the first time. Because it wasn’t. Madelyn had treated him. before. At first, it might have felt a bit awkward, but as time passed, she had grown accustomed to it.

“Have you ever done this for him before?” he asked.

“Yes.” While applying ointment to his wound, Ethan felt a cool sensation spreading over it. She noticed his expression darken.

Madelyn said calmly, “To be honest with you, I just didn’t want to lie to you, and I don’t want you to lie to me either. He and I have never been together, and there’s no chance of that happening in the future. It’s like you and Donna, our pasts are just that – the past.”

Ethan asked, “If I hadn’t investigated, would you have ever told me?”

Madelyn lifted her head to meet his gaze. “What about you? If George hadn’t told me about you, would you have kept it from me?”

He fell silent. Madelyn continued, “Those things are all in the past. Stop overthinking, okay? “So you’re telling me this to plead on his behalf?”

“No.”

“My decision won’t change.”

“I know.”

After applying the medicine, Madelyn found a pajama for him to wear. In Ethan’s eyes, her actions were becoming more like what his future wife would do.