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 better. I should get through this meal and then sever

array of dishes covered the table, all to Mya’s taste. As they began to eat, a waiter appeared. “Ms. Harper, you

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

Harper,” said the

anyone so uninhibited in his

best they offer. Almost as good as what Madelyn makes. Don’t just look at me. Try

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

me in the slightest. Even the women who were most intimate with me in bed never dared to

delicacies, but watching Mya’s hopeful eyes made it hard for anyone to say

try.” Fred scooped some of the food Mya offered, popped the food into his

see? Told you

Fred’s plate. “Try these, too. They’re excellent.”

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

of

Mya’s glass himself. She frowned. “Is

Give it

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