Capturing the Millionaire’s Heart on Divorce Day

Chapter 58

He feared that Madison might reconsider, after all, they had been together for two years, a duration that might surpass anything he could offer.

Unable to think of any other way to intervene, Ethan showed up in

person.

Madison’s heart skipped a beat, her mind racing: “You found out Lucas’s sister is here, and you thought he might come too? So you came overnight…”

He interrupted her abruptly, an edge of urgency in his voice-

“Even if Lucas is despicable, I’m aware that he was by your side for two years. And I’ve only known you for a little over a month; I’m well aware of my shortcomings. But I will try, try to be worthy of the time. he spent with you, so could you possibly…”

Breathless from the rush, Ethan propped himself against the doorframe, lowering his voice: “Could you not give Lucas another chance?”

He couldn’t fathom why he was so concerned about Madison.

Ethan

re beyond his years, understanding the matters of the young age. Yet, from his first crush to the brink of ot met a woman who stirred his heart.

sn’t for lack of beautiful, capable women, but in Ethan’s eyes, ney were merely excellent, with no impact on his heart.

Only Madison.

Perhaps it was her few comforting words on the plane years ago, or maybe her experiences resonated with his mother’s, or it could be

that…

Fate deliberately brought them together.

Regardless, Madison had left a profound mark on his heart.

He was even selfish enough to wish that Madison had no connections with any other men.

And jealous enough to want Lucas to vanish entirely.

Madison’s drowsiness was instantly dispelled by his words. She shifted to the side, “Do you want to come in first?”

The hallway was drafty and cold.

Ethan’s coat was soaked through. He had come alone, taken a cab from the airport, and ascended a long flight of stairs from the street to the hotel. The brief journey had drenched his coat, hinting at the intensity of the rain outside.

Since meeting Ethan, Madison had never seen him so disheveled. Rainwater dripped from his hair tips, lightly falling upon the carpet.

She leaned back, her hair cascading freely, exuding an allure tinged with detachment: “I won’t forgive him, not in this lifetime. I didn’t expect to encounter his sister.”

She couldn’t explain the impact of Ethan’s sudden appearance.

Did he care about her that much?

Why?

They had only known each other for a little over a month; it shouldn’t have come to this.

His response left Ethan’s breath half-caught: “Even if one day Lucas comes back, weeping and begging for forgiveness, softening his stance, would you remain unmoved?”

He was scared.

Scared to a degree that even surprised himself.

But Ethan was not one to dwell on trivialities. Having these feelings, he chose to face them head- on. As to where they came from, his

heart would give him the answer.

His heart would not betray him, its master.

Seeing the turmoil in the man’s eyes Madison felt an inexplicable sense of pity, as if she saw her past self reflected there.

That fear and trepidation…

That cautiousness.

It was as if she was consoling herself, as well as this man who was neither kin nor obligated, yet had supported her considerably.

Madison took a step forward to brush off the rainwater from his

shoulder.

“Ethan, you’re exceptional; you don’t need to do this for me. You should prioritize yourself.”

She lod at him: “It’s late, and the storm is raging in Tang City. fraid of an accident? Next time, don’t…”

do the same next time.”

than’s tone was steady, “Madison, I have a strong possessive streak. If anything I do or say upsets you, let me know immediately. I’ve never been in love, so my first instinct was to appear before you. To try

once more.”

Finally wiping the rain from his face, he continued, “Even if it

happened again, it wouldn’t just be a storm-I’d come even if it were raining knives.”

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“Boom-”

The thunder rumbled again, mirroring the stormy night.

Lucas’s words had once pierced her heart like a thousand arrows.

But Ethan now…

Madison averted her gaze, silent for a long time: “You’re soaked. Go take a shower, I’ll arrange a room for you.” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Watching her head toward the bathroom, Ethan’s lingering impulse blurted out: “Could I… sleep on the sofa?”

He didn’t want to leave.

Madison paused, looking back.

The door light wasn’t bright, but in the flash of lightning, it briefly illuminated the dimly lit room.

Separated by a neither near nor far distance, Ethan stood there, drops of water still trickling from his coat, waiting for her reply.

Madison clenched her fist, then turned around.

“You sleep on the bed.”

Ethan let out a sigh of relief, his tension finally easing, and he leaned against the wall.

“The water’s ready; go wash up so you don’t catch a cold.”

Without another word, Ethan pulled off his tie, that raw and powerful gesture leaving a lingering impression in Madison’s eyes.

In another room.

Amelia was on the phone with Lucas, her voice dripping with

satisfaction: “Lucas, I have something to tell you.”

“Speak,” Lucas responded coldly.

“Do you have any nitroglycerin pills by your side?” Amelia asked considerately.

Lucas was annoyed: “Are you sick?”

“Good if you’re not.” Amelia spoke leisurely: “Do you know what Madison did before?”

“Madison?” Lucas was surprised she mentioned Madison, “What about her?”

“Do you know she’s now with Mukino Aviation? I bumped into her today. Guess where I saw her?”

Lucas felt an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, Amelia revealed, “Madison used to be a pilot. Now she’s a female captain at Mukino Aviation”

This revelation was like nailing Lucas to a pillar of regret.

He gripped the phone, stunned, “What… what?”

Amelia laughed triumphantly: “Lucas, oh Lucas, you’re blinder than Madison. She was blind to marry you, and you, even blinder, dallied

with flor

de! I’ll tell you, if it were me, you’d never have a

as fumed.

call me. We agreed years ago not to reveal our sibling

elationship to anyone; I don’t know you! Oh right, you better not bring that mistress back to mom and dad’s place. If I see her, I won’t be as nice as Madison. Wish you a happy life, Lucas!”

With that, Amelia hung up.

Meanwhile, Lucas had taken the call in the washroom, and Sophia was in the bedroom, munching on an apple.

“Lucas, are you done in the bathroom yet? Come and trim my toenails!

Sophia commanded arrogantly.

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For some reason, Lucas snapped, flinging open the door and glaring

at her coldly: “Don’t you have hands? Why do I need to do everything for you? What do I need you for, then?”