After half an hour’s drive, Madeleine got into the elevator to go upstairs. She opened the door and
entered the apartment, lying on the couch with an exhausted face.
Meanwhile, there rang her phone. It was a call from Nova, the editor. Madeleine picked up the phone
and moaned when noticing the caller’s ID.
But she still had to answer it reluctantly, “Nova, come on, don’t you see it’s about 3:00 AM in the
morning? Why don’t you go for a sleep?”
Nova’s gloomy voice sounded from the receiver, “I have been waiting for your draft these days! Did you
finish? I almost got crazy for it while you still try to insinuate with excuses. Do you want me to break
into your apartment and point at your head with a gun so as to get you motivated?”
Madeleine whined, “Nova, Your Majesty, could you please spare me some time for a rest? I have just
sent you my latest draft a few days ago. And you still keep pushing me! You almost get me crazy!”
Nova shouted loudly, “You know that your latest work will be released soon, right? I can’t believe you
ended up with such an awful open-ending. You want to be overwhelmed with endless complaints from
your fans, huh? Your previous works all ended up with tragic endings. That’s why we got so many calls
from your fans that they were so hungry for a happy ending. But you actually ended the story with an
open-ending? Are you out of your mind? You tell nothing about the follow-ups of both the hero and
heroines. I can even vision how mad they would be driven when they finish the story. If you make me
drown in their anger, I would definitely post your phone number on my social media.”
Madeleine let out a flattering smile, “Nova, I think that should be a nice ending. It provides all readers
with enough room to fly their imagination if their follow-ups are both untold. I believe it would be better
to make my fans finish the story based on their own fancy so that it will be the best option to lay a clear
ending for both of them in the sequel. Don’t you think so?”
Nova immediately got the point, “In the sequel? Do you mean that you are planning for the sequel?”
“Yeah, both of them separated apart because of misunderstanding. One of them headed to the US
while the other went to a small village in China. As the creator, of course I shall bear the duty to
consummate their story with a happy ending.” Said Madeleine proudly.
“You are playing with fire! Your fans gotta skin you alive if they knew that.”
“The madder they are, the more excited they will be when the sequel is released.”
“Excited? Perhaps startled.” Nova’s voice seemed to be softened a lot.
Madeleine smiled with confidence, “I trust my fans.”
“Okay, it will be better if you have a plan for it. I gotta go now.” Replied Nova.
“Hold on.” Madeleine hurried to say and continued, “Why do you stay up so late?”
“I have been focusing on your story and I didn’t even notice the time.”
“Come on! Your boss won’t even pay for your overtime working. I gotta take care of yourself after the
age of 25. Or you will get your face wrinkled soon.”
“Hey, stop that! You should take the blame because the story you created are so fascinating that I didn’t
even notice it was almost 3:00 AM. You’d better pray for the fact that I have a day off tomorrow. Or I
gotta skin you alive.”
Madeleine just smiled.
After the phone was hung up, Ophelia asked, “Is it Nova?”
Madeleine nodded.
“Are all editors born to be night person? How crazy!” exclaimed Ophelia.
Madeleine stood up to stretch herself and said, “That’s why the editor is known as a job with high risk.
They even put aside their own health while working. Perhaps working overnight is just a routine for
them.”
Ophelia shook her head to show her opinion.
“Girl, just take a shower and go to bed. It’s too late. Don’t toil your baby.”
Ophelia went into the bedroom and got Madeleine a new set of pajamas. Then she went into the
bathroom to take a hot shower.
It had been 3:00 AM after both of them took a shower. As the best moment for sleep had passed, they
even felt wide awake.
Both of them lay on the bed while Madeleine said, “Girl, I don’t even feel sleepy at all. What should I
do?”
“Me either.” Said Ophelia.
Madeleine turned to look at her, “Let’s have a chat, shall we?”
“For what about?”
“Just tell me your opinions about Zachariah.”
“What opinions?” asked Ophelia while blinking her own eyes.
Madeleine couldn’t help swallowing. Then she continued tentatively, “Well, I am not trying to dig out
your secret. Nor am I going to disappoint you. Now we can see that Zachariah still lurch from you and
Cora. What if, just an assumption only, he still chooses to be with Cora as the final decision? What
would you do by then?”
Ophelia’s smile seemed to fade a bit. She wore a seemingly solemn face while contemplating.
Madeleine also noticed that it might be too serious to make it the topic for a night chat.
She shrugged and said, “Well, I am sleepy already. Time for bed.”
But Ophelia just smiled, looking relieved, “Come on, Madeleine, it doesn’t matter. I have ever assumed
the worst result between Zachariah and me. But we are lucky enough for not having reached it yet. I
don’t want to view the relationship that bad. After all, he once promised to recognize me as his only
wife though in a subtle way.”
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