The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 11

Retreating to her room, Madelyn stripped off her soiled clothes and stood in front of her wardrobe, contemplating her attire. Through the thin wall dividing her from the outside world, Zach’s voice carried in.

“I’ve got urgent business at the company this time. If I can wrap it up early, I’ll rush back to you!” he said.

Understandingly, Jadie replied, “I’m fine, Zach. Go do what you have to. I’ll be here waiting for you.”

“Alright. If you get tired, you can sleep in my room. I just changed the sheets and blankets.”

“Alright, I’ll remember that.”

when the door to her room suddenly swung open. Startled, Madelyn’s hand froze mid-air, holding her dress, her face flushed a fiery red. Her hands fumbled, clutching her clothes tightly around her. Zach, standing by the door, glanced at her bare silhouette. His hand, resting on the door handle, tensed, and his gaze quickly averted. For an eighteen-year-old, Madelyn’s figure

bared their souls and bodies to each other; there was no part of her that Zach had not seen. But for some inexplicable reason, in that very moment, Madelyn’s heart

her skirt, forcing herself to regain her composure. “Bro, do you need

near her. His lips parted slightly, voice low and gravelly. “Here’s a shopping card, a gift from our business partners. If

“Thanks, bro.”

restless, stirred within him. After a few seconds, he finally stepped away, gathered his meeting documents, and got into his car. As he turned the ignition, his hands

I were out of my

turmoil within him, pressed the accelerator, and sped away from the

about to ascend. Their eyes met, two worlds colliding with no common language. Even though she carried a

the face of the lingering awkwardness, Madelyn found her voice

saying, “I’m tidying up Zach’s

started her descent, the soft thud of her slippers on the staircase marked her retreat. As she was about to step onto the third stair, Jadie’s voice, as light as a drifting leaf, found its way into her