In Lydia's hospital room, Skylar was slicing apples for her daughter when her cellphone erupted with a series of dings.She set aside the knife and apple, checked her phone, and her expression soured.Lydia, savoring her apple, caught the shift in her mother's mood and asked, "What's the matter, Mom?"Skylar gripped her phone tightly, forcing a strained smile. "Oh, it's nothing. Just that investment I made tanked, that's all."Lydia rolled her eyes. "Mom, those investment schemes are nothing but scams. They prey on folks like you who aren't in the know. If you're serious about getting your finances in shape, I could hook you up with a financial planner. You pay him a cut for commission, and he'll handle your assets. It's all the rage overseas."Skylar dismissed the idea with a wave of her hand. "Please, my savings are hardly worth the fuss of hiring some finance guys, not to mention the fees. It's just not worth it."She locked her phone and swiftly steered the conversation elsew
Daniel passed the phone back to Trevon after disconnecting. "Aren't you going to check on her? Mrs. Sanders sounded pretty worried."Without a second look, Trevon chucked the phone aside as he loosened his tie. "I'm not a doctor."He was not born yesterday.Lydia's wrist was not badly hurt. She could make it to an auction, so it was unlikely to be inflamed.He used to let Lydia's little games slide, but after last night...When he thought Madeline was in trouble, he was not just nervous or anxious—he was terrified. Terrified she would end up like his father, lifeless and still, never to breathe or move again. "Back to the old mansion."Edith had made a point of telling them to come home for dinner.Thinking of Madeline's recent cravings, Trevon had Daniel pull over at a roadside fruit stand.…Outside the Gibson family's old mansion, Madeline juggled two laptops.One was her own, and the other was the one Caleb had fixed after an unfortunate accident.Even though they we
Trevon tensed up as he retorted, "Dream on! This is the villa's entrance, and cars are always passing by. I'm just reminding you that you're a married woman!"Madeline arched an eyebrow and let out an amused chuckle. "Well, here's a reminder for you too, Mr. Gibson."She grabbed her notebook and, without a backward glance, headed into the old mansion.Trevon was on the verge of losing it, his anger boiling over as he tried to confront her. However, his rage found another outlet—a solid punch that landed on the Maybach with a thud.Inside the car, Daniel's heart raced with fear, worried that Trevon might wreck the luxury vehicle. He quickly got out and offered the strawberries he had bought as a peace offering.Trevon's smiled at the sight of the strawberries.What a waste! They were too tart for anyone's liking."Just toss them!"He strode off, face like thunder. However, after a few steps, he spun around, snatched the bag of strawberries, and without a word, followed into the
Clutching her laptop, Madeline stepped back warily.Trevon seemed off, and she could not quite read him.He caught her guarded look and chuckled, "What's wrong? Can't I go to my own room?"Technically, yes.Madeline had considered that when she agreed to spend the night. Normally, she would crash on the couch and Trevon would take the bed. However, without him working late in the study, she could not get any painting done.Trevon fiddled with his tie, failing to loosen it, and asked with a hint of annoyance, "Aren't you tired holding two laptop? Help me with this, will you?"She had helped him with such things before.Setting the computer aside, Madeline stood on her toes to reach his tie.Trevon did not bother to bend down, standing up straight, which only served to tick Madeline off even more.She briefly entertained the thought of strangling him for real.Just then, a knock at the door jolted her, and her hands yanked the tie the wrong way, tightening it around Trevon's ne
Trevon furiously glared at Madeline as she recoiled. "You need to chill out."Trevon squinted and leaned in closer, his breath quickening. "You try chilling out."Madeline was at a loss for words, pressing her hand against his chest, "Back off. I'm going to get Mr. Jones and we're getting you to a hospital."Her cool hand seemed to quell the heat raging through him, even if just a little. Trevon sighed in relief, the coolness a balm to his fevered state.The harmless prank had spiraled out of control, and Trevon found himself inching closer to Madeline.Her cheeks turned a rosy hue from his warm breath, and with a hint of urgency, she pleaded, "Keep it together and step back, will you?"She struggled to free herself from his hold and dashed for the door.Trevon, clinging to the last threads of sanity, did not pursue her, but watched with eyes ablaze as she reached for the exit, his throat working nervously. What was he to do about Madeline? He had not figured that out yet. M
Trevon's kiss was forceful, his hand boldly roaming her body as if he owned her. The drug messed with his head, but he felt more awake than he had ever been.Trevon's feelings for Madeline ran deeper than any fleeting effect of a drug. He yearned for her, truly and deeply, in a way that was nothing like his regrettable one-night stand with Lydia. As he stood close to Madeline, there was no resistance in his heart or body. There was only an aching need to be near her, a sensation he had never experienced before.They were married, after all. Intimacy should have been a given.However, Madeline's hesitation was clearly tied to his past mistake with Lydia. He had ended things with Lydia and was determined to make it up to Madeline.Lost in those thoughts, Trevon reached for the straps of Madeline's dress. However, Madeline was in a panic. She scrambled for something, and her fingers closed around the handle of a fruit knife. With a surge of desperate courage, she plunged the knife
Madeline's eyes widened in shock.She had braced herself for the consequences of her actions, ready to face the wrath of the Gibson family—be it a scolding, a beating, or even a lawsuit. She was all set to tell the truth, but Trevon had covered for her, claiming it was an accident.Was he really protecting her? It did not add up.Confusion clouded Madeline's mind, persisting even as the paramedics brought Trevon into the ambulance....Trevon's injury was serious, but luckily it was just his buttock, and with the knife out, his life was not in danger. Still, the blood loss and pain left him looking rather pale.The doctor recommended a two-night hospital stay to monitor the wound and prevent infection.While Madeline went to take his medication, Edith, though clearly worried, could not hide her frustration."Be honest with me. Did you hurt yourself on purpose to avoid being with Madeline?"Trevon pursed his lips, finding himself at a loss for words. How could he explain that i
Madeline's eyes snapped open. "Trevon!"His voice came through clenched teeth. "I'm okay."She looked toward him and saw Trevon, frozen, bracing against the bed in the dark. She switched on the lights and rushed to his side.However, Trevon, through gritted teeth, commanded, "Don't move!"Madeline steadied him, careful not to make any sudden moves.That was not the first time she had seen him like that. Trevon looked worse the first time he tried to get out of bed after his accident.They both knew the drill by then. Stand still and wait for the sharp pain to ebb away.Eventually, Trevon stopped grimacing, and Madeline gently guided him forward.Watching him hesitate with each step, Madeline bit her lip. "Is it really bad?"Trevon frowned. "Why don't you get stabbed and find out?"The injury was on his backside, pulling at the wound with nearly every move. It was slightly better than the post-accident rehab, but it still hurt like hell."Don't you know your own strength?" he