Chapter 685: Chapter 685: Chaotic Baby-Making (5)


    Madeleine closed herptop, walked out of the study, and found herself in a spacious apartment. All the lights were on, driving away the darkness and creating an artificial daytime. However, the emptiness of the environment still made her feel lonely.


    The room was quiet. As she walked to the kitchen in her slippers, she could hear the echo of her footsteps.


    On the marble dining table were three delicate small porcin basins, each covered by a bowl. Upon opening them, she saw thete-night snack she had prepared.


    It was cooked for her husband, Howard Coleman.


    Unfortunately, her husband did note home.


    In the summer, despite the air conditioning in the room, food spoiled quickly. Madeleine brought a trash can, dumped thete-night snack into it, and then took the bowls to the sink to wash them thoroughly. With that done, she measured out some rice, put it in the timed steamer, plugged it in, and chose the porridge function.


    She performed this series of actions so smoothly, as if she had done it many times before.


    Indeed, she had done it many times.


    This was already the twentieth time this month that she had thrown the preparedte-night snack into the trash and cooked porridge for breakfast, only to drink it alone the next morning.


    Oh, right, I forgot to mention; today is the twentieth of the month, which means her husband, Howard Coleman, has not returned home once this month.


    There is a saying that to capture a man’s heart, you must first capture his stomach. Therefore, she, ady fortunate enough to never have gotten her hands dirty since childhood, started to learn how to cook diligently after their marriage. Finally, she went from initially being covered in water blisters due to oil sttering to skillfully cooking delicious “four dishes and one soup”.


    However, only now does she realize that the premise of capturing a man’s heart by capturing his stomach assumes that the man is willing to eat the food you cook; oh, wrong again… it assumes that he is willing to even look at the food you cook.


    After tidying everything up, Madeleine nced at the clock, which showed it was almost eleven o’clock. She knew that Howard would not being home. Perhaps he was already sleeping in the arms of some young and beautiful woman.


    At first, the thought of this filled her with jealousy and heartache. However, now, she was able to enjoy the numbness of this pain calmly and gradually savor the sour and bitter taste of jealousy.


    Madeleine turned off the living room and kitchen lights, then returned to her bedroom. Having already taken a shower, she turned off the light and climbed into bed.


    From the vast bed, she only upied a fifth of the space.


    Although she knew that no one would bepeting for the bed, she still, almost obsessively, reserved more than half of it for her absent husband, Howard.


    As Madeleine was about to close her eyes, her cell phone suddenly rang. The sound was particrly jarring in the quiet room, causing her to shiver. She then sat up, grabbed her phone from the bedside table, and noticed a calling from Ruby Gregory. Without hesitation, she answered: “Ruby?”


    “Madeleine, you’re still awake, right?”


    “Yes, what’s up? Do you need something thiste?”


    Ruby on the other end of the phone paused for a moment before she spoke sheepishly, “Madeleine, I called to ask you… What has Steve Burton been busy withtely?”


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    “My brother? He’s on a business trip to Lilliput. There’s a project there that was initially supposed to be handled by Jack, but for some reason, my brother took over at thest minute.”