"I'm fine."
Madeline said, offering a calm, steady smile as she shook her head.
For a fleeting second, the sight had stung, but the pain vanished almost as quickly as it came. She truly didn't care anymore.
A large crowd had already swarmed Lucius and Liliana. Separated by a thick wall of socialites, Lucius hadn't even noticed Madeline's presence.
Silas, however, kept his eyes locked on her.
He knew that beneath her gentle, fragile exterior lay a spine of pure steel. Madeline was a woman who dared to love fiercely and walk away cleanly.
In her professional field, as long as she had a vision, she would pour her heart and soul into it, running purely on passion.
That legendary game that had taken their university by storm years ago was the result of Madeline pulling thirty-five consecutive all-nighters.
Back then, Silas had instantly recognized its massive commercial potential and advised her to sell it, but she had been so blindly in love with Lucius that she willingly handed over her masterpiece on a silver platter.
It had left a bitter taste in Silas's mouth.
She had gambled everything on Lucius, diving into the relationship without hesitation.
But now that she had pulled herself out of the wreckage—despite the heavy price she paid—Silas had never seen a shred of regret in her eyes.
If she said she was over it, he believed her.
"Want to grab a drink?"
"Sure."
Madeline replied with a smile as they headed toward the refreshment area.
"Wine?"
Silas asked.

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