Comeback Of The Adored Heiress

Chapter 902:

“Okay,” Madisyn nodded in agreement.noveldrama

After finishing dinner, Madisyn joined her parents for a leisurely walk in the park. As the evening wound down, her parents retired to bed, and she returned to her own villa to rest.

Back in her silent villa, the absence of someone made her feel unexpectedly unsettled, as if something was missing.

The serene night gradually melted away, making room for the soft light of dawn. Like clockwork, Madisyn began her day, heading to work as usual. That morning, she replied to Andrew’s message, but it wasn’t until lunchtime that she noticed something odd — Andrew still hadn’t replied to her. She sent a quick follow-up: “Are you busy?”

Andrew’s reply came almost immediately: “I just got back, sweetheart. Come find me when you’re free. I need to adjust to the time difference first.” He hadn’t slept since his business trip started, driven by a relentless determination to wrap up his business swiftly.

“Okay,” Madisyn typed back. Andrew’s hotel was only a stone’s throw from her office. So, once she wrapped up her work at two in the afternoon, she decided to drop by.

Arriving at the door of his luxurious presidential suite, Madisyn raised her hand to knock but paused, noticing that the door was slightly ajar. Hesitating for a moment, she pushed it open and stepped inside. What greeted her next left her completely stunned. Her eyes fell on a bare body sprawled across the massive bed. From the bathroom, the sound of running water echoed faintly.

The person on the bed, startled by Madisyn’s sudden appearance, scrambled to grab a blanket and hastily pulled it over herself. The face was unmistakable, a jolt of recognition hitting Madisyn like a lightning strike — it was Evita!

Madisyn hesitated for a moment, suspecting she had entered the wrong room, but a quick glance at the room number confirmed the room was indeed Andrew’s. Evita, on the other hand, froze in shock. Why would Madisyn be here? She had worked up all her nerve for this daring move.

Evita had crept in while Andrew was showering, utterly confident that her presence would be irresistible to him once he saw her like this. After all, she wasn’t without her charms. Ever since her father’s downfall, she had fended off countless advances from wealthy heirs wanting to claim her as their mistress.

Drawing a steadying breath, Evita clutched the blanket tightly around herself, stood, and shoved Madisyn with surprising force.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded.

But in an instant, her wrist was seized, and she found herself trapped under Madisyn’s cool, sardonic gaze. Her lips curled into a faint, mocking smile.

“Miss Gordon, if I’m not mistaken, this happens to be my boyfriend’s room. Perhaps I should be the one asking—what are you doing here?”

Evita narrowed her eyes and scoffed. “Can’t you see what’s happening? Don’t ruin our fun!” She shot Madisyn a sharp glare.

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