The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning by Max Charming Chapter 896

Margaret, busy in the room with Dalton, noticed the sound of someone at the door. She knocked softly on the closet door. “Ms. Jent, Mrs. Jardin is back,” she announced quietly.

Madelyn, alerted by Margaret’s gentle warning, quickly got up, tucked her cellphone into the box, and hid it back in its secret spot. Zach, overhearing the faint murmur of voices, gently opened the door and stepped inside. He scanned the room carefully but did not immediately see Madelyn.

Margaret feigned surprise and said, ” Oh! Ms. Jent is right in the walk-in closet, trying to pick out some clothes. She mentioned wanting to mix up her wardrobe with something new and lively.”

Zach did not question Margaret’s made -up story. He valued her support for Madelyn and did not think it was right to scold her. As he opened the closet door, he saw Madelyn stepping out, holding onto some old pajamas. However, it wasn’t the pajamas that grabbed Zach’s notice; it was Madelyn’s eyes, red and swollen from crying. Concerned, he reached out, asking, “Have you been crying?”

Madelyn spun around, pulling back from his hand, worried he might see the truth in her eyes. “Nah, it’s nothing, ” she said, trying to sound calm, “just a bug flew in my eye.”

away, “Really, there’s no need; I’m okay now,”

feet. She glanced down at him. He grabbed the hem of her pants and pulled himself up, his eyes wide with anticipation.” Mama, mama…” he babbled, reaching out for her. Despite her initial hesitation, Madelyn’s instincts kicked in; she picked up Dalton and carried

to face Margaret. His expression was serious, and it was enough to

look, said, “Mr. Jardin, please, that’s a very serious gaze.” She hastened to add, “Ms. Jent tends to keep to herself. She just came in a

rang. As the door swung open, a fashion brand manager in a black uniform stepped in with

assistants trailed behind her as she continued, “Mr. Jardin has handpicked our latest collection for you. Please take a look at these pieces and let us know your thoughts. Should they not be to your taste, we have a variety of other

as Margaret stirred the pot of sweet fruit soup, she could not shake a feeling of worry-her harmless

the stories Margaret had concocted for her, was hit by a pang of conscience. Initially inclined to refuse the delivery, she gave it a second thought. Eyeing the stack of boxes, she said to the woman, “These will be fine, thank

service,” the manager replied with a polite smile. As the manager’s assistants started to pick up the