The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning by Max Charming Chapter 687

That night was the only time Zach kept his word. However, his hands were roaming Madelyn’s torso, arousing her.

The next morning when Madelyn was still deep in sleep, she suddenly felt him entering her. Trying hard not to moan, she bit her lip, waiting for him to finish.

Madelyn felt completely drained. Zach gently carried her to the bathroom to clean her before bringing her back to bed. She was so exhausted that she fell asleep again. When she woke spot next to her was empty. up, the

She got up after a while, put on her clothes, and unsteadily walked out of the room. Zach had already prepared a meal for her and put it on the dining table.

Madelyn just took a few bites. At twelve in the afternoon, ‘when the housekeeper came to clean, she told Madelyn, “Mr. Jardin has an urgent matter to attend to. You can go out and enjoy yourself. Here’s the cash he left for you.”

The housekeeper took out a stack of money. There were at least several tens of thousands of dollars.

Madelyn lowered her head and did not respond. She continued eating her food as she thought, ‘He gave me money after having sex with me. What is he treating me as? A prostitute?’

the meal, Madelyn lost her appetite.She had been to Mistral Monastery before. This was the last place she visited before returning to Roshya.She was followed by

she arrived at the foot of Mistral Monastery, she looked at the door sign on the retro

bodyguards said, “Ms. Jent, if you want to go to the summit, we can take the cable

shook her head, “No, I’ll go on foot. Prayers will only be answered if I make the effort myself. If you guys don’t want to walk, you don’t have to follow

was a total of

decision, “Yes. Ms. Jent insisted on walking. We couldn’t

her. If she isn’t feeling well, bring

“Yes, Mr. Jardin.”

window, ending his call and gazing at the landscape outside. He couldn’t help but

back the curtains, and all eyes turned to Yvonne. She stood there in a white, exquisite wedding gown she’d designed herself. A tiara adorned her head, with a veil gracefully cascading down. With the skilled hands of the makeup artist, Yvonne had never felt more

Four years ago, on the day

tighter on me than before. But it’s fine. I can have the tailor to make some adjustments. As long as the person I marry in

you’re undoubtedly the most beautiful bride I’ve ever

chimed in, “Yes! You’ll surely dazzle