As Madelyn walked away from Zach, he smiled and grabbed her wrist, pulling her back into his embrace. His hand softly traced through her long locks, gazing at the crescent moon in the night sky.

"Mrs. Jardin, you always seem to find a reason to find fault in me. I'm not like him. Look, I promise not to engage with him anymore. This will be the last time, okay?"

Zach's voice was like medicine, soothing her wounded heart. Madelyn breathed in his scent, feeling an indescribable sense of security,