Capturing the Millionaire’s Heart on Divorce Day

Chapter 0204

Ethan mulled over the fact that he had inexplicably acquired a new nickname.

While Madison was engrossed in some charming trinket, he covertly searched for a few friends’ F******k profiles.

And sure enough...

Most of them didn't share personal life updates; their feeds were dedicated entirely to their companies’ affairs—new product launches, celebrity-packed events, press conferences, or shares of related posts.

Ethan glanced at his own timeline.

Before Madison, not a single personal update. After Madison, everything was about her.

Love-struck Chairman?

Ethan silently liked the comment from the netizen who had coined the nickname.

They weren’t wrong.

Perhaps it was the novelty of not having leisurely strolled through markets in ages, but Madison found everything fascinating.

Flying planes was her job and half a dream, but even dreams can grow stale with time.

"If you like it, buy it. What are you looking at?" Ethan put away his phone.

Madison was holding two exotic matryoshka dolls, "Which one looks better?" Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Get both."

Why choose?

Wealth isn't about being capricious; it instantly cures any hint of decision paralysis.

By the time they left the night market, both were laden with purchases.

The framed sand art was cradled in Ethan's arms like a treasure.

Madison couldn't help but laugh, "It's not that serious. If you like it, I can make you another."

"It's not the same."

Ethan was sometimes quite sentimental.

Actually, many people are like that.

It’s like someone who has always loved you, but if once they put you above all and now become more practical, strange thoughts may arise in their minds.

Some things are cherished for their heartfelt, soulful essence. Replicas, no matter how accurate, will never be the same.

They lose their purity.

Back in the car.

Ethan sat in the passenger seat.

Madison buckled up and set off.

As she drove with ease, Ethan asked, "You're so used to flying planes, does driving feel too slow?"

"Yes," Madison answered without hesitation.

Even late at night, the traffic near the port was dense, preventing any real speed.

Madison trailed the slow-moving line, casually holding the steering wheel, "Whenever it's really congested, I just want to fly over it."

Ethan laughed.

Madison glanced at him, "What? Haven't you ever felt the same?"

"After I stopped flying planes, it took me a long time to get used to driving again." It was a typical pilot’s dilemma.

The openness of the skies never congests. For an impatient driver, returning to road traffic can provoke fantasies of bulldozing through the gridlock.

As the car began to move, Madison started a conversation, "I find it amazing."

"What?"

"I never imagined someone like you would step into the common fray."

To most, Ethan's life surely seemed draped in luxury—why would he bother with places so steeped in the hustle and bustle?

Yet Ethan refreshed her perception time and again.

"It's not about my kind of people. Most indeed think as you do, but if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't come to places like this," Ethan admitted truthfully.

Madison gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, her lips pressed into a thin line.

After a while, she spoke, "The moment you mentioned ‘someone else,’ I envisioned you with another woman."

Ethan looked over.

Madison stared ahead, her voice flat, then sighed, "It suddenly feels suffocating."

A tremor passed through Ethan's pupils, and a distinct smile curved his lips, "Jealous?"

Madison took a breath, "Seems so."

She couldn’t bear the thought of Ethan with anyone else.

Merely picturing it twisted her heart uncomfortably.

Suddenly, the back of her right hand was gently pressed.

Madison's lashes fluttered.

"I won't," she heard him assure.

Despite the common belief that the wealthy are heartless and that loving a rich, powerful man is akin to slow poison, Madison never doubted Ethan's fidelity.

Why?

After Lucas’s betrayal, she should have distrusted men.

So, when the right person comes along, all insecurities are soothed.

No need for elaborate explanations; you just know, they won't.

Madison smiled at the bridge they passed, under which a cruise ship sounded its horn, sailing away majestically.

Wood Lake Luxury Villa.

Despite her resistance, Ethan’s gentle cajoling in the car won over, and they ended up back here.

"The bed was moved out, wasn't it?"

"Can’t we buy a new one?" Ethan said with a smile.

In the wee hours, having both showered, they settled into the newly purchased bed.

Ethan, surprisingly behaved, perhaps truly exhausted, fell asleep quickly with Madison in his arms.

Dawn broke.

"Miss Clark."

Brother Jia waited respectfully at the bottom of the stairs, early in the morning.

Madison quickly said, "Please, no need for formalities; just call me Madison."

Brother Jia didn’t respond, merely said, "Breakfast is prepared, Miss Clark. This way, please."

Helpless, Madison didn’t correct him again.

The breakfast spread was more lavish than she imagined.

And Ethan hadn’t stirred by the time she finished eating.

Madison tiptoed back to the room, her heart softening at the sight of the peacefully sleeping man.

She bent over, cautiously leaning in, and kissed his eyelids gently.

That kiss carried tenderness, carried love.

Lightly awakened, Ethan opened his eyes.

In that moment of eye contact, his gaze was filled with warmth.

"Go back to sleep. I just came to check on you," Madison said with a smile.

Ethan held her wrist, "Leaving?"

"Yes, I have to stop by the office."

The selection for the Airbus A380 captain mattered to her.

Even on holiday, she needed to see how she could strive harder.

Ethan didn't let go, "Captain Madison, don’t you realize your boyfriend is the boss?"

"Huh?" Madison blinked, "I'm aware of that."

"Then why are you going to the office? The boss isn’t even there, and you're so eager?"

"I want to check on the selection process," Madison explained.

"Why ask me when you can get your answers?" Ethan countered.

Madison raised an eyebrow, "Aren't you only in charge of decision-making? I thought you didn’t handle these matters?"