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!

and comforted him, “Don’t worry. Maybe Madelyn’s just playing hard to get! Think about it. She used to be so infatuated with you. Of course she’d want

thought her words

meantime, however, Janessa had some suspicions about

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

downfall, and Madelyn simply couldn’t bring 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

glass, approached Janessa. “Janessa, I’m so bored. Do you have any

course! We must enjoy some drinks at such a grand event! Madelyn, as

chuckled and

must be hard on you. So, let’s drown all your troubles in wine tonight and

glass of wine. Without missing a beat,

She had taken a sobering pill before stepping into the place, which was why

on Madelyn’s face. She rubbed her temples, slurring, “I… I can’t drink anymore… I feel so

chuckled, feigning concern as she said, “Oh,

declined, her

darkened as she downed

a bit too