The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 31

Zach studied Madelyn intently, his gaze now surprisingly softened. Normally, his eyes held an icy, disdainful distance whenever they fell upon her. Thus, she recognized the flicker of tenderness mirrored in his look–the same tenderness he reserved for Jadie.

Feeling a mix of surprise and apprehension, Madelyn locked eyes with Zach, her nerves jangling. ‘He’s never been like this before… What could have gone wrong? I can’t recall doing anything out of the ordinary.‘

Breaking the silence, Zach’s voice cut through the tension. “Jadie would be happy if she knew how much you care about her. But what about you? Are you into Ethan?”

“Huh?” Madelyn’s bewilderment deepened, her thoughts racing. “Why is he suddenly bringing up Ethan? Is he on drug or something? This is so strange.”

Zach remained silent; his focus unwavering as he observed her reaction. Then, abruptly, he withdrew his hand and reverted to his usual cold and distant demeanor, as if the fleeting tenderness he had shown was nothing more than an illusion.

“No!” Madelyn exhaled a relieved breath, feeling the weight on her shoulders lift, and an overwhelming urge to flee washed over her. But just as she was on the cusp of making her escape, a searing and calloused hand seized her wrist, anchoring her in place. Her voice trembled as she asked, “Zach… Wh–What’s the matter? Do you need anything?”

hungry.

a skill she had yet to master at this point of life, and Zach was well aware

could refuse, Zach swiveled around and retreated to the couch, his eyes closing in

semblance of rest.

Resigned to her fate, she made her way to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator

of skipping breakfast, often wreaked havoc on his insides. Madelyn thought to herself that, in a way, she

Madelyn busy cooking in the kitchen, a peculiar warmth stirring within him. Strangely, the sight of Madelyn engrossed in her culinary tasks evoked images of a cozy married life, as if he had witnessed this scene countless times

was simple: cook a plate of pasta for

little extra. Fancy and elaborate dishes were far from her intentions; all she sought was a temporary respite

whisked together the eggs and cheese to make the sauce. When the pasta was cooked, the bacon was ready as well. She drained the pasta and poured the sauce over

effort to ensure it was properly fastened before

the fragrant plate of pasta on the table. She turned her attention to the figure reclining on

she called out, “Zach,