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Smiling helplessly, Madison tightly held onto his shirt. “Nonsense. I’m sure you’ll celebrate with fireworks and marry someone else the moment I pass on.”
Hunter was displeased to hear that. He sat up, grabbed her hand, and placed it on his bare chest under his shirt, his skin flush against her palm. His heart was beating fast, like a drum.
Although Hunter was intoxicated, he began to speak seriously, “Do you hear it? It’s beating for you. If you die, so will my heart.
With tears in her eyes, Madison nodded. “I hear it.”
His palm crept to her waist, startling Madison. Without warning, Hunter’s body pressed against hers. As he planted another drunken kiss on her, his usual aloof behavior was nowhere in sight.
“Madie, let’s make a baby.”
A baby? Madison’s tears streamed even harder down her face.
Feeling her trembling under him, Hunter was frightened and hurriedly wiped away her tears. “Madie, don’t cry. I don’t want you to. I only want you to be well. Stop crying!”
He held her trembling body tightly in his arms, patiently soothing her over and over again.
Madison clung to his clothes, pressing her head against his chest. Her tears wet his shirt as she softly moaned his name, “Hunter … Hunter…”
Why did things have to turn out like that? Madison wanted to return to the carefree life she had two years ago.
“I’m here. I’m here,” he repeated tirelessly.
Madison knew that his tenderness would only last a fleeting moment, and she should keep a distance from him. Yet, she couldn’t help wanting to hold onto that tiny, remaining shred of his warmth.
She wondered how good everything would be if he were still himself.
When Hunter woke up at dawn, he felt someone in his arms before even opening his eyes. Despite all the alcohol he had last night, he figured that nothing would happen to him. His alcohol tolerance was high and he had great self–control.
He didn’t dare to open his eyes. He had a splitting headache and no recollection of what had happened the night before. It was only after mentally preparing himself that he gave in and opened his eyes.
Upon seeing Madison in his arms, he sighed with relief. However, upon recalling their current situation, he had the urge to shove her off of him. Just as he was about to withdraw his arm, his gaze suddenly fell on Madison’s face, and he stopped. When was the last time he had quietly looked at her like that?
All of their recent exchanges had been filled with tension.
Without any makeup on, her fair, snowy skin glowed. She was a little too pale. She could even be described as deathly pale.
Madison slept on his arm with her body curled up in a ball, defensively. In the past, her limbs would be entangled with his.
A self–deprecating smile appeared on Hunter’s lips as her body language indicated that she no longer trusted him. At the thought of that, an inexplicable flame of anger ignited within Hunter and he forcefully yanked his arm away.
Madison hurriedly opened her eyes. She was confused as she took her surroundings in. Her gaze was innocent and beautiful, like that of a kitten.
The moment her gaze fell on Hunter’s face, however, her expression shifted.
“You got drunk and you had your hands all over me,” she accused.
Just like that, the beautiful moment they shared embracing each other was gone.
With a stern expression, Hunter replied, “I know. Had I been sober, I wouldn’t have even touched you.”
To escape the awkward situation, Hunter took his clothes and headed to the bathroom, while Madison quickly tidied up the hair scattered all over the bed after he closed the door.
Hunter buttoned his shirt furiously, as he regretted explaining why he had held her while she was sleeping. They were still husband and wife, so it should not have even been an issue.
After thinking it over, he realized that he could have handled the situation better. When he was about to throw his old shirt into the laundry basket, he felt strands of hair along his arm.
If it were just a single strand of hair, he wouldn’t have paid much attention to it. But scattered all over his arm were at least 20 strands of hair based on his rough estimation.
When Madison still had long hair, she often complained about her hair loss, trying various shampoos but seeing no results. She even joked that she would become bald one day.
At that time, mischievous as she was, she jumped on his back and teased, “If I become bald, would you ever consider becoming a monk?”
Hunter’s eyes flickered. Was her hair loss really that severe?
“I didn’t lie to you. I’m just sick…” she had said.
Thinking of her pale face and her recent, tearful explanation, Hunter abruptly opened the door and stormed toward the bed.
The bathroom door forcefully flew open, startling Madison, who was picking up the last strands of her hair. Watching him nervously, she said, “Hey-”
Before She could finish, her eyes were attacked by the sight of Hunter’s bare, muscular chest. Even though they had spent countless nights together in the past, it made her uncomfortable after not seeing him for over a year. She quickly averted her gaze.
Soon, the shadow he cast and his unique scent enveloped her as he approached. Madison instinctively cowered and stared at him warily. “What are you doing?”
Hunter slowly bent over her, his deep, dark gaze eyes falling upon her as he asked, “You said you were sick. How sick?”
Madison didn’t know how to feel meeting his inquisitive gaze. His eyes were devoid of mockery, disdain, and aloofness; he genuinely wanted to know about her illness.
At this moment, Madison was conflicted. She suddenly had a thought: if she told Hunter now, would he feel even the slightest bit guilty for what he had done?
Sensing her hesitation, Hunter drew nearer, closing the distance between them. His gaze seemed to pierce through her.
“Well? I’m waiting,” he urged.
Madison was flustered. She felt exceptionally nervous. She began to say, “I-”
Just then, Hunter’s phone rang. It was a ringtone Hunter had exclusively set for Andrea’s calls, which had haunted Madison for more than a year.