To the Love of My Life-Chapter 816 - : Overbearing CEO Falls for the Delicate Wife (16)_1
Chapter 816: Chapter 816: Overbearing CEO Falls for the Delicate Wife (16)_1
Then, suddenly, a bolt of lightning sliced through the sky outside the window, followed by deafening thunder that rolled in.
Howard Coleman sat on the sofa, glancing out the window. The weather had been fine when he came home, but had changed abruptly, with large raindrops pelting against the glass, pattering away.
Howard’s hand, holding his phone, rested on the sofa. Leaning against the sofa, he closed his eyes.
The room was very quiet, with only the sound of thunder, wind, and rain from outside continuously entering his ears.
Yet Howard realized he had no true desire to speak with Anita Madris, no sense of panic.
Howard didn’t know how long he had sat there; the phone in his palm began to ring. He opened his eyes and glanced sideways at the screen—a string of phone numbers, ones he had seen many times tonight. Howard’s lips moved slightly, and his grip on the phone tightened, but he never reached out to answer it, letting the ringing continue until it finally stopped, and the room returned to silence once more.
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The sound of wind and rain outside grew louder. Remembering that he hadn’t closed the living room window when he got home, Howard carelessly tossed the phone onto the sofa and walked out of the bedroom.
The rain poured through the open window onto the balcony, leaving a layer of dampness.
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Howard closed the window, picked up a dry mop from the balcony, swiped it across a couple of times casually, then threw the mop aside carelessly as he walked back into the living room.
Before entering the master bedroom, Howard glanced at the dining room but didn’t see Madeleine’s figure through the open dining room door. His brow furrowed, he walked toward the dining room, peeked inside—empty—then proceeded to the bathroom in the living room. The door wasn’t locked; he pushed it open to find it empty as well.
Was Madeleine not at home?
In such foul weather…
Howard looked outside, then headed towards the foyer, where he saw the pair of slippers Madeleine usually wore neatly placed on the floor.
She had indeed gone out…
In the middle of the night, what was she doing?
Howard hesitated for a moment, about to change his shoes, when he heard the rustling sound of someone entering the passcode outside the door. Then, the door opened, and what met Howard’s eyes was Madeleine drenched like a drowned rat.
Seeing Howard standing at the doorway, Madeleine paused briefly, then extended her hand to wring out her dripping wet clothes a couple of times.
Howard stood still, watching Madeleine’s movements for a while before asking, “Where have you been?”
Madeleine casually gathered her soaked hair, tilted her head to twist it, and took off her drenched shoes outside the door before stepping inside. As she closed the door, she pulled a plastic bag-wrapped medicine box out of her pocket and handed it to Howard, “Aren’t you feeling a stomach discomfort? I went to buy some medicine.”
Howard stared at the medicine box in Madeleine’s hand, his hand subconsciously clenched into a fist, his lips pressed tightly together.
Seeing that Howard wasn’t taking the medicine, Madeleine, thinking he despised the medication she had bought, couldn’t help but lower her head, her tone tinged with a hint of sadness, “You won’t rest well with a stomachache.”
As she spoke, Madeleine looked up at Howard, “I’ll pour you a glass of water. You’ll feel much better after taking the medicine.”
