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…]

he could finish reading, Adrian saw Madelyn’s name and clicked on the link. A photo loaded, revealing Madelyn crouched down, books cradled in her arms. “Holy

his

eyebrows raised ever so slightly as he peered at 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 in from the window, illuminating her, her eyelashes cast in shadow like the feathers of a raven, one hand clutching books, the other picking

‘Well, I’ll be damned.’

food. Now alone in the classroom, she quietly savored the caramelized pork that Rosario had prepared for her, while working on

and the other students gradually returned from their lunch. Madelyn was still struggling with the final math problem. The noise of chatter and footfalls grew louder as it approached the

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

a front-row seat. I’ve had it with that lowlife girl. I can’t believe she

over a plot of land. People like them who can’t compete fairly always resort to dirty tricks. Those Jents are bound

your mouth. My dad said the Jent family are big fishes in Ventropolis, getting on

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

math problem when a shadow loomed over her. In the next instant, a hand swept across the desk, scattering

asked calmly, “Can I help

to touch my stuff? Looking for trouble?” His sneer

books, he has come

done so because she had accidentally taken his seat and 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

from her class and even the neighboring one

with my books, too. We’re even. Besides, it’s my turn for cleaning duty today. If you’re unhappy with it,

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