The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning by Max Charming Chapter 541

“Are you leaving?” Madelyn’s voice rang out. Ethan’s eyes met hers, momentarily devoid of emotion. But as they trailed to her bandaged hand, a shadow of concern passed over his face. “…Our engagement will continue,” he said slowly, choosing his words.

“I was the one who proposed. To abruptly call it off now would tarnish my family’s reputation. But,” he hesitated, “I can’t promise it will last indefinitely. From now on, your world is limited to school and home.”

Madelyn remained silent, her eyes fixed on him. Without a word, she moved to the table and gently placed the envelope she held onto its surface.

In a calm tone, she said, “Your car broke down. It’s in need of repairs. Your servant retrieved this envelope from inside.” She paused. “Maybe consider drinking less. I’m heading to my room.”

She began to walk away when Ethan’s voice stopped her. “Wait.”

Madelyn turned around. “Did you need something else?”

“Don’t you want to know what’s in there?” Ethan asked. “It’s your personal property,” she responded, eyes unwavering. “I have no right to pry without your consent.”

this your invitation. Open it.” For a long

Madelyn unfolded

inside,” he challenged. Slowly, she slid out a set of photographs. Ethan scrutinized her, expecting shock or despair. Instead, he was met

your recent absences?” She glanced at the photographs, then back to him. “I happened to see one of these when it fell earlier. My first thought? That you were trying to dig into my past,

you, why not confront me and seek explanations? But you chose silence, Ethan. Does it mean you deem my actions

continued, ” Without a foundation of trust, our relationship stands on shaky ground. If you wish to postpone our engagement,

her gaze to him, her voice softened but retained its edge. “There are things I’d never lie to you about, and in

if something was slipping away, something he wanted to grasp but

go ahead. Prof. Monet has an opportunity to teach at the Paris

slot was singular, and not just anyone could land such an opportunity. Internally, Madelyn had been wrestling with the decision to accept or decline. Choosing to go would equate to a prolonged

three months’ time. If, by then, you still desire a life with me, then so be it. Three months should suffice for both of us to discern our true feelings and evaluate our compatibility. I never demanded you forget her; it’s only natural she holds a space in your heart, given that I entered your life at

gently, her expression toward Ethan as tender as ever. “It’s getting late, and I have classes tomorrow. I’ll go rest now. We can talk when