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?’

appetite.She had been to Mistral Monastery before. This was the last place she visited before returning to Roshya.She was followed by bodyguards

at the door sign on the retro gate. After all these years, it was no longer as new as it was

of the bodyguards said, “Ms. Jent, if you want to go

be answered if I make the effort myself. If you guys don’t want to walk, you don’t have to follow me.The bodyguard responded, “Mr. Jardin

of nine thousand steps. Back then,

about Madelyn’s decision, “Yes. Ms. Jent insisted

Keep a close eye on her. If she

“Yes, Mr. Jardin.”

stood in front of the floor-to- ceiling window, ending his call and gazing at the landscape outside. He couldn’t help but

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

for herself. Four years ago, on the day he promised her, Yvonne was

it’s fine. I can have the tailor to make some adjustments. As long as the person I marry in the end is

said, “Ms. Young, you’re undoubtedly the most beautiful bride I’ve

chimed in, “Yes! You’ll surely