To the Love of My Life-Chapter 831 - Time of Stunning Beauty: The Wedding (Finale 1)
Chapter 831: Chapter 831 Time of Stunning Beauty: The Wedding (Finale 1)
Howard Coleman pushed open the door and saw Madeleine walking out of the kitchen with an apron still wrapped around her. That afternoon, as he stood not far from the underground passage, he saw her crying. Her expression was one of such grievance and sadness that he thought he would come home to find her with reddened eyes, yet, to his surprise, he was met by the same Madeleine, donning a faint smile, who spoke in her gentle tone, “Back already?”
Howard nodded at Madeleine, who returned with a tender smile, “I’ve made some late-night food, do you want some?”
Howard nodded again and then took out his wallet and car keys, casually placing them on the shelf in the foyer area. He took off his suit jacket and threw it on the couch, then walked into the restroom.
After washing his hands, Howard came out and headed towards the kitchen. There, he saw Madeleine standing in front of the dining table, ladling soup into a bowl.
He swallowed a couple of times, approached, and sat down at the table. Madeleine placed the filled bowl of soup in front of him, then picked up a spoon and put it in his bowl, subsequently handing him a pair of chopsticks.
Howard hadn’t eaten dinner and was indeed hungry. Though it was called a late-night snack, the meal was more lavish than a regular one, especially the plate of steamed fish beside him. It was adorned with a few strands of red and green chili, complementing the white fish flesh exquisitely.
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It was a while before Howard picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of fish, placing it in his mouth.
Madeleine began to eat as well once she saw Howard using his chopsticks.
The man’s appetite was clearly much greater than hers. He finished three bowls of soup and ate half a bowl of rice. He alone had consumed nearly two-thirds of the fish.
Madeleine mechanically stuffed rice into her mouth. Seeing Howard’s bowl empty, she hurriedly stood up to serve him more soup, and then she heard Howard’s phone in his pocket ring several times, signaling a series of text messages.
While ladling soup, Madeleine glanced at Howard and saw the man pull out his phone, check the screen, and his expression turned somewhat stony.
Madeleine’s hand, clutching the soup ladle, paused momentarily as soup splashed onto her hand. She came to her senses, quickly placed the ladle down, and set the bowl of soup in front of Howard. In the moment she lowered her head, she glanced at Howard’s phone screen and saw that the number sending him the texts was a string of digits, like those from a shopping voucher.
Madeleine quietly sat back down on her chair, pretending to be unaware of everything, and picked up her chopsticks to continue eating. Her already poor appetite worsened, and instead of forcefully pushing mouthfuls of rice, she picked at it grain by grain.
The messages that Anita Madris sent to Howard were several picture messages.
They were all selfies of Anita, taken at Mix Bar.
In the photos, she wore elaborate and heavy makeup, and the flattering angle made her face appear smaller than usual.
Following the photos were several texts: “Howard, do you still remember this bar? It was where we met for the first time.”
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“Howard, I’m waiting here for you until you come.”
Howard stared at those photos and texts for quite a while. Just as he was about to put down his phone, Anita sent another text: “Howard, you know I can’t handle my alcohol well.”
