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 meal and then

taste. As they began to eat, a waiter appeared. “Ms. Harper, you still have one dessert

anything. She had only snacked on some fried chicken and downed a couple of drinks, and now her stomach was beginning to protest

Harper,” said the

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

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.”

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

women who were most intimate with me in bed never dared

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

some of the food Mya offered, popped the food into his mouth, and chewed thoughtfully. He said, “Not bad.”

see? Told

more food onto Fred’s plate.

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

bottle of cider

Fred topped off Mya’s glass himself.

Give it a

of curiosity, she picked up the glass and said, “Alright, just this