Comeback Of The Adored Heiress

Chapter 969:noveldrama

Andrew remained silent, his steady gaze urging her to share more. Finally, she began recounting the events at the hospital earlier that day.

The moment Andrew heard the name “Evita” and the trouble she had stirred, his eyes clouded over with a sharp, stormy intensity.

Evita had been a persistent source of trouble, and once again, she had managed to drag Madisyn into a mess.

“I’ll handle her.” Andrew’s voice dropped low, resonating with a firm and unwavering tone.

But knowing Madisyn’s forgiving nature, he hesitated for a moment before adding awkwardly, “Is that okay?”

In the past, Madisyn had always let Evita off the hook, even when she’d pulled stunts as brazen as leaving a lipstick mark on Andrew’s clothes. But Evita’s actions had become increasingly outrageous. Enough was enough; her antics couldn’t continue unchecked.

Madisyn tapped her phone case twice with her index finger. If Andrew wanted to stand up for her, she wasn’t going to stop him.

However, she didn’t want him to be upset because of Evita either.

As she thought it over, a scene from a drama she’d recently watched flitted through her mind.

Her dark eyes sparkled with mischief. Yes, this might just work. With a soft exhale, Madisyn leaned closer to the camera, tilting her head slightly. A playful smile graced her lips.

“My Andre wants to stand up for me out of concern. So, how about I make something delicious and wait for him to come home?”

Andrew froze, speechless.

A brief, heavy silence hung in the air.

Madisyn blinked, confused by his lack of response. Wasn’t he supposed to react like the male leads in those dramas? Why wasn’t this working?

Through the screen, Madisyn couldn’t clearly discern Andrew’s subtle reactions. She awkwardly prepared to backtrack.

“Madisyn.” Andrew’s voice suddenly cut through the quiet. Madisyn’s hand stilled as she met his gaze, restrained yet intense.

Her heart skipped a beat, the weight of his stare making her feel like prey caught in a hunter’s trap.

The expression on his face was one she’d only seen in the quiet intimacy of night, now brazenly surfacing in broad daylight. A flush crept up her cheeks as she realized she might have overdone it.

“Darling…”

Madisyn wanted to say something. What she didn’t realize was that for a man like Andrew, utterly captivated by her, even the smallest word or gesture could act like the strongest aphrodisiac.

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