Chapter 927: Chapter 927 Learning to Refuse (17)_1

But he didn’t harbor the slightest resentment; in fact, he even came with takeout to check on her and told her, “Don’t be too hard on yourself.”

Madeleine reached out her hand, took the two bags, her fingers squeezing tightly for a moment before she lifted her head, looked at Andrew Henris, pursed her lips, and with a trembling voice, said, “Thank you, Andrew Henris.”

Andrew Henris smiled, “No worries.”

After speaking, Andrew Henris then pointed towards the apartment building, “You should head home and rest.”

Madeleine nodded, gazing at Andrew Henris a little longer before taking steps toward the apartment building where she lived.

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After entering the code, she opened the glass door of the apartment and saw Howard Coleman standing inside, leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette.

Her hand holding the takeout hesitated slightly as she looked at Howard Coleman without making a sound.

Seeing Madeleine, Howard Coleman took a deep drag of his cigarette, flicked the butt into the trash can, tilted his head to glance through the glass door at Andrew Henris who hadn’t walked away yet, then turned and walked toward the elevator, pressing the button.

As Howard Coleman stepped into the elevator, he looked at Madeleine: “Come in.”

Madeleine stood still for a while before stepping into the elevator.

In the elevator, there were only Howard Coleman and Madeleine, neither of them initiating conversation, just standing in silence.

Madeleine held the takeout bought for her by Andrew Henris, watching the red numbers of the floors flashing on the elevator panel, while her mind wondered what Howard Coleman wanted to talk to her about.

Was it about last night?

Howard Coleman and Anita Madris, like the devoted main characters in a TV drama, and she was the vicious supporting actress destined to meet a tragic end, watching the main couple live happily ever after.

More than three years ago when she left, she knew they would end up together, so during those three-plus years in Oceania, she tried as much as possible to avoid Edward Woods, Rusell Henris, Steve Burton, and Howard Coleman because she feared hearing any news about Howard Coleman and Anita Madris getting back together from them.

Even though she was desperately avoiding and fearing, she still couldn’t escape such an ending.

For her, last night was a beautiful dream, but for Howard Coleman, who deeply loved Anita Madris, it might have been a nightmare he wished he could erase immediately.

So his reason for seeing her was just to tell her that everything that happened last night was just a mistake, right?

Suddenly, Madeleine felt an uncomfortable blockage in her throat.

The elevator reached Madeleine’s floor, the doors opened, and she stepped out first, stopping in front of her apartment to enter the code. She then walked in with her head down, first pulling out a pair of slippers for Howard Coleman from the shoe cabinet, and then changing into her own shoes before walking over to the living room coffee table. She placed the takeout on it, turned to pour two glasses of water, handed one to Howard Coleman who had just come in, and then pointed to the sofa, gesturing for him to sit as she took her seat.

Howard Coleman held his glass of water without drinking, staring at Madeleine sitting in front of him for a long while before finally speaking, “Madeleine, about last night…”

PS: I know that I still owe everyone 8 chapters, but there’s not much content left. If I don’t finish tomorrow, then it’ll be the day after. Let’s say you gave me a day off yesterday for a break. If you think I’m too unreliable, then consider these 8 chapters as compensation for yesterday, and give me a day off today. In the end, just give me a day off. Although you all complain that I always deceive you, I still want to tell everyone that I have been very consistent with my updates since this book started, and I will make up for any missed updates, except for Chinese New Year’s Eve when I only posted one chapter. Love you all, good night~~ I’ll try to finish “April’s Howard” tomorrow, but if I can’t, it’ll be the day after.