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 isn’t any

table, all to Mya’s taste. As they began to eat, a waiter

downed a couple of drinks, and now her stomach was beginning to protest its emptiness. Her words were muffled as she spoke with her mouth

Harper,” said

chuckled. He had never seen anyone so uninhibited in his presence before. Abandoning his cigar, he began to eat.

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

she said that, she crammed more carne fritas into her mouth. Her utensils glistened with saliva from her previous

of me in the slightest. Even the women who were most intimate with

delicacies, but watching Mya’s hopeful eyes made

it a try.” Fred scooped some of the food Mya offered, popped

see? Told you so.”

more food onto Fred’s

set it before him. Just as she was about to dig in again, a waiter arrived with her dessert and a bottle of wine for Fred. The waiter asked, “Would you like me to open

of

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

it a

intriguing color of the cider; she had never tried it before. With a touch of curiosity, she picked up the glass and said, “Alright, just this one for me I