Comeback Of The Adored Heiress

Chapter 1231:

Madisyn’s eyes narrowed, her grip tightening as she threw one of the men in front of her, demanding, “Did Lilian send you?”

The men exchanged glances, their wounds from the scuffle telling them all they needed to know about Madisyn’s strength. Realizing she’d already figured it out, they saw no need to continue the fight.

One man, clutching his chest, managed to speak.

“Now that you’ve figured it out, there’s no harm in telling you. Stay away from our boss’s future husband, or the next group after you won’t be us.” With a signal from him, the others began to retreat with him.

Though their fighting skills were lacking, their retreat was swift, and within moments, they vanished from sight.

Did Lilian truly have her eyes on Jared? Madisyn frowned, deep in thought.

When she arrived home, the door to the villa stood wide open. She was surprised to find Andrew home at this hour, a smile on her face as she stepped inside.

There, on the sofa, sat the person she had been yearning to see. She crept over softly, covering Andrew’s eyes with her hands, and with a playful grin, asked, “Guess who I am?”

“Baby.” Andrew chuckled, his deep voice vibrating through her. He gently removed her hands, but then his gaze darkened, his tone shifting.

“What happened to you?”

Madisyn immediately noticed the change in Andrew’s demeanor. Following his gaze, she saw the bruise on the back of her hand and realized her cufflink had gone missing, likely lost during the fight. Since Andrew didn’t know about her earlier meeting with Jared, Madisyn filled him in, telling him everything about Lilian and the ambush.

Seeing the concern still etched on Andrew’s face, Madisyn cupped his face with both hands, offering a reassuring smile.

“It’s nothing, really. It looks worse than it feels. You don’t know how badly I handled those five guys!”

She said this to calm Andrew, but unexpectedly, Andrew took her wrist in his hand, pressing his fingertip gently against the bruise. Madisyn’s hands had become soft and delicate from lack of recent training. How could fighting five burly men not hurt?

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Andrew’s sudden movement made her instinctively recoil a little. This didn’t go unnoticed by Andrew. He looked up, his dark eyes fixated on Madisyn, and asked, “It doesn’t hurt?”

She blinked rapidly, trying to brush it off, but Andrew, not speaking, let go of her wrist, stood up, and walked toward the bedroom.

A pang of worry hit Madisyn. Was Andrew angry? Her heart skipped a beat when Andrew emerged from the bedroom, his tall frame casting a long shadow. His face was serious, and in his hand was a first-aid kit.

“Hold out your hand,” he said, sitting beside her.

Madisyn, knowing better than to protest, stretched her hand out obediently.

Andrew gently applied the ointment, his touch careful as he massaged the bruise on her hand.

Andrew was indeed angry, but his frustration with Madisyn was only a small part of the storm brewing inside him. More than that, he felt deep sympathy for Madisyn and a burning anger toward Lilian.

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