The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 880

Fred slipped a cigar from his pocket and lit it up. “A bad guy, you say? What makes him so bad?”

“He…” Mya hesitated, her lips parting for a single word before she changed her mind. “Look, we hardly know each other. I’d rather keep it to myself and handle it my way.”

A subtle softness crept into Fred’s otherwise intimidating face. “How can I help if you don’t share the details? If he’s done something awful, I can take care of him for you.”

Mya was still somewhat skeptical of him. She pursed her lips, uncertain whether to voice her concerns.

Perceiving Mya’s dilemma, Fred switched gears. “What’s your relationship with the person you’re concerned about?”

“Madelyn’s my best friend,” Mya blurted out. “But she’s miserable right now. That jerk has her all cooped up and won’t even let her step out of the house.”

Fred was intrigued. ‘Zach Jardin, who runs the whole of Ventropolis, was unable to control a woman? That’s interesting.’

Mya’s words piqued Fred’s curiosity. He wanted to see for himself what kind of woman Madelyn was.

Unaware, Mya found herself going along with Fred’s agenda. She nodded. “Yeah.”

“Tell me more. Maybe I can take him down a peg or two. No pressure, take your time to consider,” Fred

said.

Fred’s encouraging tone, Mya kept her lips sealed. She thought, ‘Madelyn warned me that Fred isn’t any better. I should get through this meal and then sever

of dishes covered the table, all to Mya’s taste. As they began to eat, a waiter appeared. “Ms. Harper, you still have one dessert left. Shall I

fried chicken and downed a couple of drinks, and now her stomach was beginning to protest its

Harper,” said

uninhibited in his

Fred some carne frita. “You should try this. It’s the best they offer. Almost as good as what Madelyn makes. Don’t just look at

been here many times before.” As she said that, she crammed more carne fritas into her mouth. Her

lady’s not afraid of me in the slightest. Even the women who were most intimate with me in bed never dared to approach me

never indulged in such delicacies, but watching Mya’s hopeful eyes made it hard for anyone to say no.

it a try.” Fred scooped some of the food Mya offered, popped the food into his mouth, and chewed thoughtfully. He

see? Told you

began piling more food onto Fred’s plate. “Try these, too. They’re

as she was about to dig in again, a waiter arrived with her dessert and a bottle of wine for

Open that bottle of cider as

off Mya’s glass himself. She frowned. “Is this for me? I don’t drink.”

is mild. Give it a try,” said

never tried it before. With a touch of curiosity, she picked