Chapter 65

Madeleine shook her head without saying a word. Regret? Naturally, it was regret. But to no avail. What she regretted was not her refusal to compromise with Alex. Instead, she regretted...why she didn't die the year she was born. "You take a rest. I'll make dinner," Madeleine said, her voice low, filled with politeness and detachment. Alex furrowed his brows, walking to the French window to light up a cigarette. Madeleine’s present state was obviously not what he wanted. But it was just because she was Madeleine. "Dalton, tell Yesenia's manager that she's been a bit too reckless recently. Ask her to cool down a bit, no commercial activities or films for the next six months,” Alex stated coldly. Over the phone, Dalton understood what this meant, Yesenia would be sitting idle for at least half a year. All because Yesenia had provoked Madeleine today. "Okay, Mr. George." After hanging up the phone, Alex turned back to look at Madeleine, who was busy in the kitchen. Her hair was loosely pi