Female Novel
Chapter 743
Madelyn sensed there was something unusual about the man's relationship with her mother.
Convinced Kai knew more, she quickly took the photo and left. She closed the secret chamber and hid
the picture inside a book, planning to retrieve it the next day.
As she opened the door, she saw Zach with wet hair, clearly having just showered. Seeing her without
Dalton, he asked, "Where's Dal?"
"Dal?" Madelyn responded, her surprise evident. 'I'm sure I left him on the couch. Where is he?'
Out of nowhere, a tiny head appeared from under the desk. Dalton giggled, babbled, and drooled. As
he crawled on the soft carpet, Madelyn's voice was tinged with both urgency and frustration. "Didn't I
just give you a bath? Look at the mess you've made."novelbin
Carefully using her left hand, she lifted him, trying not to strain her still-recovering right hand.
Zach had been taking good care of her injury, often using a cold compress to soothe the pain. When it
came to personalities and tastes, they were like opposites. Zach was intense, with a love for spicy
foods, while Madelyn was more laid-back and could not handle even a hint of spice.
Zach took Dalton, wiping off the drool with a hint of distaste. "Hungry? Want some pasta?"
Madelyn glanced at the time. "It's getting late. Let's go to bed." She stifled a yawn. The rain had
stopped outside.
Back in the room, despite the late hour, Zach seemed eager to stick to their nightly routine. Madelyn
was always careful with Dalton beside her, especially with the sudden changes in Zach's mood. She
tried her best to remain quiet. Under the covers, Zach's piercing gaze made her a bit self-conscious. As
she reached to switch off the bedside lamp, His unexpected movement made her gasp.
Catching his breath, Zach whispered in a husky tone, "Let's head to the bathroom."
Madelyn was taken aback. "Enough, Zach. We need to get some sleep before sunrise."
The moment Zach's hand met her skin, Madelyn was flooded with feelings. He carefully helped her up
from the bed and walked her to the bathroom, aiding her as she slipped out of her silky nightdress. Her
slender shoulders came into view.
Once inside the bathroom, Madelyn fought to keep her composure. Their exchanges often felt too
intense to handle. By morning, both were exhausted, leaving Madelyn so beat that she could hardly lift
a finger.
At the Young residence, a scream sliced through the air, radiating terror and alarm. The entire
household snapped awake. When the servants relayed the news to the butler, even he was taken
aback.