When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1777 Confronting Calvin

"Have you no shame? First Cecilia, and now you're actually going after Darren's wife? What's wrong with you? Can't you find someone who's single?" Zachary was on the verge of outright cursing.

Calvin, still groggy from sleep, barely registered the words before the punch landed. The sharp pain jolted him awake, but before he could even react, Zachary was already winding up for another strike. This time, Calvin dodged, frowning. "Is there a misunderstanding?"

"Misunderstanding?" Zachary scoffed, fists clenched. "You're sickening. You deserve to be hit!"

The first and second times, Calvin let it slide. But when Zachary threw his fist a third time, Calvin had had enough. Without hesitation, he retaliated, delivering a punch of his own.

Calvin had been trained for this. The kind of discipline and combat he endured since childhood was worlds apart from the relatively cushy life Zachary had led.

Zachary was knocked to the ground, wincing from the impact.

Calvin slowly stepped forward.

"Zachary, never one to back down from a fight, braced himself to get back on his feet, ready to go another round. But before he could, Calvin spoke.

““Madeline and I simply have a professional relationship. You and Darren misunderstood." His tone was calm, matter-of-fact."

The only explanation Calvin could come up with was that Darren had

misinterpreted the situation and then relayed his assumptions to Zachary.

Zachary, still skeptical, narrowed his eyes. "Are you sure? You don't have feelings for her?"

"Of course not," Calvin answered without hesitation.

He had feelings for Cecilia because she was irreplaceable.

As for Madeline, their relationship was nothing more than a simple friendship.

There were no romantic feelings involved.

"So, you two aren't together?"

"No," Calvin replied firmly.

Zachary pulled himself up, rubbing his sore jaw as he sat down.

Calvin continued, "She treated me to dinner today as a way of thanking me for helping her at work. That's all there is to it."

Hearing this, Zachary started to believe he might have overreacted. "If what you're saying is true, then I owe you an apology."

"Before you act on impulse next time, make sure you get your facts straight." Turning to leave, he added one last remark, "Just like last time when you failed to investigate who actually saved you and ended up making Ceci suffer for nothing."

After finishing his words, Calvin swiftly turned and walked away.

Zachary watched his retreating figure, his admonishing words lingering in his mind, making his face heat with embarrassment. He had acted too impulsively, driven solely by the desire to standup for his buddy. He hadn't considered the possibility of a misunderstanding.

Letting out a sigh, Zachary dusted himself off and made his way toward the Faust residence.noveldrama

Meanwhile, Madeline had long since gone to bed. However, in the early hours of the morning, she was stirred awake by a commotion outside.

She saw the driver struggling to support Darren as he stumbled through the doorway.

The man was completely wasted, slumping onto the couch.

Madeline frowned. This was the first time she had ever seen Darren drink so much. "Why did he drink this much?"

The driver shook his head. "I'm not sure. Mr. Faust was drinking with Mr. Sinclair.

By the time Mr. Sinclair sent him out, he was already like this."

Madeline sighed. "All right, you should get some rest too."

"Understood," the driver replied before taking his leave.

Darren lay sprawled on the couch, his face slightly flushed from the alcohol He looked utterly miserable, his brows furrowed as he groaned softly in discomfort. His stomach was churned, and his head spun.

Madeline rarely saw him in such a vulnerable state. Despite herself, her heart softened. After a brief hesitation, she turned toward the kitchen.

She wasn't particularly skilled at making hangover remedies-her knowledge came solely from online tutorials-but she did her best, carefully following each step.

When it was finally done, she glanced down at the bowl. The liquid inside was pitch black.

"I wonder if this is even edible," Madeline muttered to herself, eyeing the inky liquid with doubt.

Still, she carried the bowl into the living room. Darren's low groans of discomfort made her hesitate for only a moment before she knelt beside him.

"Here, drink this," she coaxed, carefully bringing the bowl to his lips.

Darren barely took a sip before his stomach violently rebelled. Without warning,

he lurched forward, retching as everything he had consumed came rushing back

up.