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.

me that Fred isn’t any better. I should get through this

to Mya’s taste. As they began to eat, a waiter appeared. “Ms. Harper, you still have one dessert left. Shall I bring it now?”

about all day and had hardly eaten anything. She had only snacked on some fried chicken and downed a couple of drinks, and now her stomach was beginning to

Harper,” said the waiter.

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

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 me. Try it. It’s delicious.”

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

‘This young 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 this

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

food Mya offered, popped the food into his mouth, and chewed thoughtfully. He said,

see? Told you

food onto Fred’s plate.

in again, a waiter arrived with her dessert and a bottle of wine for Fred. The waiter asked, “Would you like me to open the wine, Sir?”

Open that bottle of cider as

the waiter poured the drinks, Fred topped off Mya’s glass himself. She frowned.

is mild. Give it

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 have to go home