The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 15

Each class stretched out to 45 minutes. When the bell finally signaled the end of the lesson, Madelyn, almost with a sense of doomed acceptance, walked to the back of the room. She quietly righted Forrest’s knocked-over desk and gathered the scattered books from the floor, tidying them neatly into his drawer. Her actions elicited a flurry of astonished whispers from her classmates.

“No way! Madelyn, who’s always acting high and mighty, is actually picking up books for Forrest? Did she hit her head or something?”

“Can’t believe what I’m seeing. Madelyn, who couldn’t be bothered to speak, is now serving her arch-nemesis Forrest? Holy cow, I must be hallucinating!”

Someone had discreetly snapped a photo of Madelyn’s surprising act of humility and anonymously uploaded it to the school forum.

Madelyn ignored the buzz around her, focusing on straightening up Forrest’s desk. Despite everything, she was just too good-natured to hold Forrest’s temper against him.

Meanwhile, in the grimy alley behind the school, Timothy was debating about which bar to hit that night. Adrian was engrossed in his phone when a headline suddenly popped up.

[Shocker of the Century! Madelyn actually…]

A photo loaded, revealing Madelyn crouched down,

the…?” Timothy doubted his hearing

the photo Adrian shoved his way. A girl crouched on the floor, her skirt pooling around her. The camera captured Madelyn’s smooth, elegant profile perfectly. Light streamed

‘Well, I’ll be damned.’

skipped the cafeteria at noon. She usually brought her own lunch due to her selective palate and her aversion to cafeteria food. Now alone in the classroom, she quietly savored the caramelized pork that Rosario had prepared for her, while working on her

struggling with the final math problem. The noise of chatter and footfalls grew louder as it

God, it’s Forrest. He isn’t coming back to settle

front-row seat. I’ve had it with that lowlife girl.

dad his life over a plot of land. People like them who can’t compete fairly always resort to dirty

family are big fishes in Ventropolis, getting on

whispered behind Madelyn’s back. Many in their class had parents whose businesses had suffered at the hands of the Jent family, and those dealings were always shrouded

swept across the desk, scattering her books to the floor. She looked up into Forrest’s face, a tumultuous storm of rage swirling

calmly, “Can I

my stuff? Looking for trouble?” His sneer

picked up his books, he has come to settle the

he had gotten upset. She thought cleaning up for him might serve as a sort of quiet apology. She had never imagined that simply tidying his things would provoke such a strong reaction

and even the neighboring one had gathered to

icy coolness. “You’ve just messed with my books, too. We’re even. Besides, it’s my

his hands into his pockets and kicked at Madelyn’s desk. “What’s your game, Madelyn? Who are you