Comeback Of The Adored Heiress

Chapter 904:

From the look on his face, Madisyn could tell he had no clue that Evita had been there. She decided to keep that to herself, not wanting to stir up any unnecessary trouble over someone else.

“I missed you, so I finished work early to come see you. Have you had a chance to rest?” she asked.

“I got here, took care of some matters, took a shower, and was about to get some sleep when you showed up,” Andrew replied. He pulled her closer and shut the door behind them.

“Perfect. Let’s sleep together.”

Madisyn smiled and nodded. “Let me dry your hair first.” Usually, it was Andrew who dried her hair, but this time, it was her turn to return the favor. Her fingers ran through his soft, short hair, the scent of his shampoo mingling with his fresh presence. There was nothing about him that felt off—he was as charming and appealing as ever.

Andrew was enjoying Madisyn’s help, but then he lowered his eyes, lost in thought. For a moment, his breath carried a hint of sorrow. Although it was only fleeting, Madisyn still noticed it.

She asked, “What’s wrong?”

Andrew shook his head. “Nothing.”noveldrama

But Madisyn wasn’t convinced. “Even if you deny it, I sense something is bothering you. Come on, tell me. What is it?”

Her voice was gentle as she urged him.

Andrew finally confessed, “I suddenly remembered my mother.”

The atmosphere around them instantly grew heavy. Madisyn’s movements slowed. After a few seconds, she said softly, “Did she also dry your hair like this before?”

Andrew nodded and whispered, “Yes. When I was little.”

Madisyn’s heart felt a pang of sympathy for Andrew. After drying his hair, she hugged him tightly and said gently, “I will always be here for you.”

“Thank you, but I’m okay.” Andrew gently stroked her hair, then suddenly picked her up and carried her to the bed.

After Evita came out of Andrew’s suite, she immediately went to another floor and entered a room. She had been tracking Andrew’s schedules. All the while, she thought today was the perfect opportunity. Who would have thought Madisyn would come and interrupt her plan?

Evita changed her clothes and glanced at her reflection in the mirror. She looked beautiful, elegant, and dignified. But deep inside, her heart was filled with fury. No, she had to think of other ways. If she couldn’t get two hundred thousand dollars soon, she wouldn’t be able to see her father.

Evita clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. Only when her father was freed could their family restore what they had lost and reclaim its rightful place.

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