Chapter 900

Zach rubbed his forehead and took a moment to rest in the passenger seat. Then, without saying

anything to Cecilia, he quietly left the car. Carrying his black suit over his arm, he walked

through the unlocked front door, heading straight for the foyer.

Margaret had been half-asleep at the dining table when a noise made her jump. “Oh my… Mr.

Jardin?” she said, wide-eyed.

Zach hung his jacket on the coat rack without making a fuss. He glanced around the room. ”

Where’s Madelyn?” he asked.

I must’ve fallen asleep.” Her words trailed off as worry etched her face. “Oh no, the creamy chicken soup!”

was

A gust of wind brought the familiar scent of Chanel, a perfume

too. But now, they might

the bowl and placed it gently on the desk beside Madelyn. Madelyn, attempting to place her drawing board down and finding no space,

and made room for her. “Take your time with the drawing. Drink some soup and rest up,” he said with a gentle tone. Madelyn did not respond, her eyes fixed elsewhere. Zach tucked the board away, opened a window to the night, and leaned on the sill, watching her sip the soup. He took a thoughtful drag from his cigarette, the smoke disappearing into the night. ‘We used to be so close, sharing every part of our lives,’ he mused. ‘But

silence, as if a great divide has grown

were

suspended midair, and looked at

Forrest is, Zach? What did you do? Why can’t I find

She went on, getting more worried. “Did you make

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