Chapter 75 The Dream

Morgan couldn't eat another bite upon hearing the name Miss Adams. When Alan returned to his seat, the usually taciturn and reserved director Morgan asked him, "What's up? Busy with something?"

Without much thought, Alan explained to the director, "Miss Adams asked if I had the next project lined up. It seems she wants me to collaborate with Evelyn, as Evelyn is planning to make a comeback. Oh, by the way, Evelyn's first movie was 'Heroine', right? I've watched it many times. She did a fantastic job."

Morgan didn't say anything more. So that was how it was. Morgan suddenly stood up and left the table, drawing surprised glances from the others. Naturally, no one dared to say anything. The director had always been cool and straightforward, but the people around him were still cautious.

Morgan hadn't heard the name Madelyn in a long time. He was usually on sets and dedicated a great deal of energy and time to this play. He hadn't been home or contacted any friends in a while. However, he didn't really have any friends to begin with, only a few acquaintances.

This person's solitude had reached an extreme level. His job was exhausting, but he was obsessed with cleanliness, a serious mental health disorder. He focused solely on his work, disregarding everything else. He had three or four assistants, but he only delegated petty tasks.

Just the mention of Miss Adams had made Morgan annoyed. He never expected to reach this point. He walked back to the hotel, and when he opened the hotel room door, he could smell an unfamiliar scent.

Striding into the bedroom, Morgan saw an unfamiliar woman lying on the large bed. Without saying a word, Morgan picked up his wallet and coat and left the bedroom. The woman on the bed was surprised; there had been rumors that this director had no interest in women, but she never thought it was true.

However, the woman wasn't about to give up. She was wearing one of Morgan's shirts, flaunting her curvaceous figure. "Morgan, don't leave in such a hurry!"

She couldn't believe it. She was confident that she could make him stay. Morgan was just an ordinary person. She didn't believe he would be an exception.

Morgan heard that voice. It sounded somewhat familiar. He turned his head to look at her. It was the actress who played the third female lead in the play. After recognizing her face, Morgan started walking again. The woman desperately chased after him, but Morgan didn't hesitate to dodge, causing her to crash to the ground.

"Morgan! You're so heartless! I hurt myself from falling." The woman was still trying her best. After all, the play was nearing its end. If she didn't seize this opportunity, it would be difficult to meet him again in the future. As long as she succeeded this time, future opportunities like film contracts would be no problem.

Unfortunately, because it was Morgan, this tactic couldn't work. He didn't even spare her a glance and walked out the door. He went straight to the hotel lobby and asked the front desk to cancel his room.

The front desk was surprised. Why would he cancel the room at a time like this? It was already late in the evening, and they didn't see any luggage with him. The front desk couldn't help but ask, "Sir, are you sure?"

"Positive." After completing the procedure, Morgan turned and headed to the parking lot. He immediately made a call to his assistant, informing them of a day off tomorrow and pushing back all the scenes to the day after.

He hung up the phone and drove back to the city at full speed. What was originally a journey of over four hours was completed in less than three hours. There was almost no hesitation in going to that villa. Upon entering, he went straight to the bathroom to wash away the unpleasant scent of that woman. He had tolerated it for a long time.

Evelyn, along with Madelyn, quickly completed the complex signing ceremony. Only the press questions were left. Antonio had shown the questions to Evelyn in the afternoon, so everything went smoothly. It was only during the final phase that a reporter asked provocatively, "Evelyn, what is your relationship with Mr. Antonio?"

Both Antonio and Madelyn were prepared to intervene and stop the reporter, but to their surprise, Evelyn smiled and answered the question, "We have been friends for many years. I believe everyone here has long-standing friends, so I hope you can understand." She spoke politely and courteously, so the reporters stopped probing further.

After leaving the venue, Antonio said, "There's no need to answer questions you don't want to answer. These reporters have a good relationship with Matinal Company." Antonio didn't know why he said that, but upon hearing this response, he felt both happy and disappointed. They were just friends, after all. There was nothing more to it.

Evelyn shook her head. "It's not something that can't be said either." Antonio accompanied Evelyn home. Suddenly, everything felt like it did five years ago, but it was still different. It was a conflicting feeling.

It was close to eleven o'clock when Madelyn returned home. She rubbed her sore neck and leaned against the wall to change her shoes. As she looked down and saw a pair of white sneakers, she froze completely. Had he come back? It must be him! But how was that possible?! He hadn't returned home in over five months.

What was even more terrifying was that they hadn't seen each other in eight months. Madelyn realized she remembered all these milestones clearly, and her heart felt sour. She had to admit that she missed him a lot, but it had all been a mistake from the beginning.

Madelyn headed quietly toward the bedroom. Passing by the bathroom, she heard the sound of running water. Madelyn mumbled to herself, "So he's here." After standing still for a moment, she finally entered the bedroom. She took a shower and changed clothes in the attached bathroom, hesitating whether to go out or not. It would be awkward to go out in this state, so she decided to go to sleep early. However, she was hungry. She was truly starving.

In the end, she made up her mind and went out. After all, it was her own house, and no matter what, she wasn't the one who should feel uncomfortable. There was nothing to worry about. She walked straight into the kitchen. It was then that she realized he was still in the bathroom. He hadn't come out yet. It was only natural to feel a bit concerned.

Usually, when he came back home, it was because he had finished work and urgently needed a place to rest. He would take a bath and then go to the guest room to sleep deeply. It was probably the same this time.

Today, Madelyn heard the screenwriter of the film he was working on say that the script had already been given to him and that it would be finished in a week.

But why did this thought suddenly come to her mind? Why did she care? They were getting a divorce. Why should she care about these things? She took out some instant noodles and eggs from the refrigerator and went into the kitchen. This was the only dish Madelyn knew how to make.

Now she had become adept at making egg noodles, as every time she came home exhausted, she had to rely on herself to fill the emptiness in her stomach. Survival skills were a necessity; there was no other way.

Unknowingly, they had already been married for five years. But was this loveless marriage still meaningful if it continued to be entangled like this? Everything was so different from what she had imagined at the beginning. Suddenly, she felt tired, really tired.

Watching the noodles boil in the pot, it felt as if in the blink of an eye, she had turned 28 and was no longer as confident and cheerful as before. Everything she did made her inevitably consider the consequences, but even after careful thought, she still made mistakes.

Madelyn felt a deep hatred. How had she pushed herself into this situation? It was truly exhausting.

When Morgan came out of the bathroom, he saw Madelyn standing in the kitchen, not knowing what she was cooking. He smelled the scent of eggs, but the whole commotion seemed somewhat frightening, so he walked closer. He was astonished to see that the noodles in the pot, combined with the boiling water, were about to overflow.

She was just blankly staring at the pot. Was she trying to blow up the house? He stood directly behind Madelyn and turned off the stove. Only then did Madelyn snap out of it. She turned around abruptly, staring at Morgan in surprise.

Morgan glanced at her and then walked away. He reached the living room and circled back, looking at Madelyn, who was still standing in the same spot, feeling helpless. He didn't know when exactly she had become like this, but no matter what he did, she always panicked. That kind of expression truly bothered and confused him.

"Eggs and noodles? Great," Morgan said. He sat at the dining table and added, "I haven't had dinner yet." He disliked eating together with a bunch of people.

Madelyn couldn't believe it, but her body was always more honest than herself. Whenever she heard Morgan's requests, she practically didn't know what it meant to refuse. Perhaps it was because he was three years older than her. Morgan always had an effortless dominance over Madelyn, even though others would say that Madelyn shouldn't be afraid of anyone.

They had been married for five years, and yet she hadn't changed at all during that time. That was why Morgan had such a tight grip on her. The key was that Morgan didn't even like her.

Madelyn felt deeply ashamed of her own incompetence.

She brought two bowls of noodles to the table and silently finished her portion. After putting the utensils back in the kitchen, she hesitated again. Finally, she made up her mind and took out the divorce contract, as she didn't know when she would see him again.