Twin Cupids at Work Daddy Come Home novel Chapter 723

Julian’s grip around Madeline’s waist grew tighter.

Madeline blinked up at him. When he didn’t answer, she looped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

He stiffened, but let her tug him down until their faces were almost touching. Madeline’s wide, glass-like eyes searched his, shimmering with unshed tears.

“Come on, say it. Are you happy or not? Just tell me.”

Julian’s eyes were darker than usual, unreadable.

She was daring him to say yes, and from the look on her face, he knew if he gave the wrong answer, they’d be fighting in seconds.

He didn’t want to upset her any more than she already was. Maybe there were other reasons, too. Either way, he finally answered, “No... I’m not.”

Madeline let out a short, shaky laugh. Then the tears started streaming. “So, you can’t even try to understand how I feel?”

Julian watched, completely thrown. He had never seen her cry like this, so raw and heartbroken, like the world was ending.

For the first time in a long time, watching her hurt made him hurt too.

“I don’t know why I forgot so much. Please, don’t be sad.” He reached up, trying to wipe her tears away, but it was useless. The more he wiped, the more she cried. He felt helpless. “I won’t forget you, okay? I’ll figure it out. I’ll try to remember everything, just... don’t cry.”

He’d always thought of himself as cold, maybe even a little heartless. If it were anyone else, he probably wouldn’t care at all. But with her like this, all he felt was guilt.

He made a promise, not caring how childish it sounded. “I won’t see anyone else. Just you, alright?”

That night, Madeline drifted in and out of a drunken haze, but her sadness was real.

There was no way to stop the pain.

She thought she was prepared for anything. She’d dealt with every obstacle, full of hope to see him again, only to find out he didn’t even remember her.

It felt like seeing your dream dress in a shop window, saving up forever, fighting to finally make it yours... then finding out it’s gone when you return.

Julian’s thin shirt was soaked from her tears, a damp patch spreading where she pressed her face into him.

He let out a defeated sigh. Forgetting her felt like the worst kind of mistake.

How had he managed to make her this sad?

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