Reborn to my engagement night by Baxter Walters

Chapter 6 His Type

Naturally, Madelyn was well aware of the scheme Janessa was plotting.

Pushing Janessa’s arm away, she chuckled. “That’s okay. I’ll sit with the class representative.”

Janessa arched an eyebrow and wanted to stop Madelyn, but the latter had already turned and walked away.

Madelyn took a seat across from the class representative, who appeared to be an honest, mild-mannered man. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and looked gentlemanly.

In Madelyn’s memory, he had good grades, and she performed well academically, too. The two hit it off and began chatting away.

Sitting in the corner of the private room, Christopher felt rather displeased when Madelyn didn’t even spare him a glance, though he couldn’t tell why.

Previously, he didn’t care for Madelyn. Even though she was stunningly beautiful, her taste was too unique and too avant-garde. Her peculiar attire had always been an eyesore to him. He preferred sensual, alluring women.

That night, however, he realized that Madelyn could also be the kind of woman he liked. She could abandon her peculiar ensemble and transform into an alluring seductress anytime she liked.

She’s so my type!

to get! Think about it.

Christopher thought her words made sense and was

suspicions about Madelyn’s sudden change. She secretly observed

naturally felt a piercing gaze boring into her. She didn’t even need to turn to know who was staring

herself to be friendly with her. However, it wasn’t the right time to fall out with Janessa just yet, so all Madelyn could do was play along with

that thought in mind, Madelyn, holding a champagne glass, approached Janessa. “Janessa, I’m so bored. Do you have

Janessa saw Madelyn come back, she instantly let down her guard and said cheerfully, “Of course! We must enjoy some drinks at such a grand event! Madelyn, as your friend, let

chuckled and

every day must be hard on you. So, let’s drown all

quickly downing a glass of wine. Without missing a beat, Janessa immediately refilled

her low alcohol tolerance. She had taken a sobering pill before stepping into the place, which was why she allowed herself to

flush appeared on Madelyn’s face. She rubbed her temples, slurring, “I… I can’t drink anymore… I feel so dizzy. I need to go to

she said, “Oh,

manage,” Madelyn declined, her

she downed the wine

hate to impose, but Madelyn has had a bit too much to drink and just left. Could