The Day I Stopped Waiting Was the Day He Started Begging novel Chapter 4

After that incident, Felicity rarely sought York out on his phone.

Time did not make enemies shake hands.-

Seeing Felicity's face turn pale, Seraphina quickly stepped in to smooth things over. "Maddy, don't take it to heart. Felicity is still like a child. We're all family, it's no big deal. I'll just have the staff bring another cup."

Seraphina motioned for a fresh cup of tea. Guests began arriving in a steady stream, most of them York's friends and the Yates family's close acquaintances. A large group gathered around York, exchanging pleasantries and discussing his career developments in San Francisco. Felicity shadowed him closely, just as she had when they were kids, exactly like it was two years ago.

Seraphina's birthday celebration was grand, elegant, and lively. The only awkward moment occurred during the gift-giving.

York presented a stunning set of sapphire jewelry that Seraphina had been eyeing for a long time. The brilliant ocean-blue stones left everyone in the room gasping in admiration.

Felicity smiled brightly, making sure to emphasize that it had been her idea and that the gift was from both her and York.

Compared to that, the limited-edition silk scarf Madeline had brought seemed entirely unremarkable.

Someone lacking social awareness teased, "That's no way to act, Mr. Prosecutor, taking all the spotlight without your wife? Ask anyone here, how many of us don't hand over our entire paycheck for our wives to manage?"

York and Madeline had been separated for two years. Anyone with half a brain could see the deep fracture in their relationship.

Not to mention, they had even brought separate gifts.

Because York's rapid promotions had sparked jealousy in some circles, there were bound to be people looking for trouble. Even Madeline was subjected to several scrutinizing looks.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, York clamped down on his cigarette, pulled out his wallet, and turned to shove the entire thing into Madeline's hands. He drawled lazily:

"Here, every dollar your husband earned in blood and sweat over the last two years. It's all yours."

Madeline was speechless.

She knew York was just trying to shut people up, but as she gripped his wallet, she couldn't decide whether to throw it away or pocket it.

Felicity glanced at the bank cards and smiled. "Madeline has made plenty of her own money over the last two years. I doubt she needs this little bit."

A wealthy socialite glanced at York and countered, "She might not need it, but a wife spending her husband's money is the natural order of things. You certainly can't have him spending it on women on the outside, can you?"

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