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.

lips sealed. She thought, ‘Madelyn warned me that Fred isn’t any better. I should get through this meal and then sever ties

eat, a waiter

some fried chicken and downed a couple of drinks, and now her stomach

Harper,” said the

in his presence before. Abandoning his

It’s the best they offer. Almost as good as what

not believe the food was delicious. She urged “Really, it’s tasty, I’m not lying. I’ve been here many times before.” As she said that, she crammed more carne fritas into her mouth. Her utensils glistened with saliva from her previous bites, and sauce smudged the corners of her mouth, completely disregarding her image.

who were most intimate with me in bed never dared to approach me this

about cigars and liquor; he never indulged in such delicacies, but watching Mya’s hopeful

offered, popped the food

see? Told you so.”

piling more food onto Fred’s plate. “Try these,

before him. Just as she was about to dig in again, a waiter arrived with her dessert and a

bottle of cider as

Mya’s glass himself. She frowned.

one is mild. Give it

had never tried it before. With a touch of curiosity,