Female Novel
Chapter 931
Zach continued enthusiastically, "When you want to take a break from reading, you could try some
games our gaming department developed; you might enjoy it. And if there's a particular game you
want, just let me know."
He was like an old man with an endless stream of thoughts to share.
Madelyn's patience wore thin. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the phone onto the bed. "Zach, I
don't need any of this," she declared, exasperated.
'He declares his love one moment, but he might as well claim my life the next.' Madelyn thought to
herself.
Zach, undeterred, replied gently, "It's okay if you don't accept it now, Madelyn. One day, you might, and
I'll wait. I may not know how to love someone properly, but I'm willing to learn, step by step."
Madelyn's tolerance faded. She pushed his hand away and stepped back. She said flatly, "You're
beyond saving."
Zach chuckled lightly, "Perhaps you're right."
"And you're a madman," Madelyn accused.
"You might say that," Zach agreed, unfazed.
Zach had been diligent with his treatments to keep his temper in check, ensuring he would not repeat
the past incident where he lost control and caused harm to Madelyn. He sensed that her feelings
toward him were evolving. He believed there would come a time when everything would fall into place.novelbin
Later, after they had dined, Zach escorted Madelyn for a stroll. By 7:30 p.m., he was leading video
conferences with multiple international branches, accounting for the time differences. The
communication setup was a new piece of equipment from Jardin Corporation and was foreign to Zach.
Usually, Kevin was the one managing it.
As the meeting wrapped up, the executives expected Zach to end the call. But they observed him
leaning back in his chair, hand on his forehead, seemingly lost in thought.
Emerging from the bath, Madelyn walked out, drying her hair. Zach got up, took the towel from her, and
dried her hair.
The executives who were on the call exchanged glances, conversing in fluent Etlinish.
Madelyn heard the voices from the laptop and understood what they were saying because she had
learned Etlinish while living in France.
After a while, Zach finished drying Madelyn's hair. He then applied some moisturizer to her skin to
combat the dry winter weather. She protested, "That's enough, Zach. I can do it myself."
"Just stay still. I'm almost done," Zach murmured.
"It hurts," she complained.
"Mhm," he acknowledged absentmindedly.
Zach's hand on her chin might seem casual to an onlooker as if he were fiddling with some gadget.
Madelyn could not stand it any longer. Ever since their argument, Zach had been like a plaster,
impossible to shake off. She went to the bedside table for her medicine and then to the coffee table to
pick up her water cup. It was then that someone noticed an extra delicate arm in front of the camera.
"Wow~"
The sudden exclamation startled Madelyn, causing her to spill water from her cup. She asked, "Why is
your video conference still running?"
'The video call had been left on, and everything we'd said... Had they all heard it?' Madelyn wondered.
Zach replied nonchalantly, "I don't know how to turn it off."