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…]

saw Madelyn’s name and clicked on the link. A photo loaded, revealing Madelyn crouched down, books cradled in her arms. “Holy smokes! Look, Forry,

Timothy doubted his hearing for a

Light streamed

‘Well, I’ll be damned.’

alone in the classroom, she quietly savored the

Madelyn was still struggling with the final math problem. The noise of chatter and footfalls grew

coming back to settle the score with Madelyn, is

likely. Let’s head over and grab a front-row seat. I’ve had it with that lowlife girl. I can’t believe she got into

school. It was her dad who nearly cost my dad his life over a plot of land. People like them who can’t compete fairly always resort to dirty tricks. Those Jents are bound

My dad said the Jent family are big fishes in Ventropolis, getting on their bad side always spells trouble. Don’t let your anger lead you into

Many in their class had parents whose businesses had suffered at the hands of the

shadow loomed over her. In the next instant, a hand swept across the desk,

“Can

for trouble?” His sneer

up his books,

upset. She thought cleaning up for him might serve as a sort of quiet apology. She had never imagined that simply tidying his things

and even the neighboring one had

her pen. She spoke with icy coolness. “You’ve just messed with my books, too. We’re even. Besides, it’s my turn for cleaning duty today. If you’re unhappy with

and kicked at Madelyn’s desk. “What’s your game, Madelyn? Who