The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 33

The following day, Madelyn woke up quite late, because she had only fallen asleep around three or four. She rolled out of bed, slipped into her bra, and changed into some comfy loungewear. Covering her mouth, she let out a yawn and made her way downstairs.

“Rosario, what’s on the menu for breakfast this morning?” she called out.

Rosario, busy in the kitchen, responded, “Mr. Jardin caught a cold, so I whipped up some carrot ginger soup. I’ll take it up to him first. There’s more in the pot if you want some.”

Madelyn was taken aback. “How did he get sick all of a sudden? He seemed perfectly fine yesterday.”

“It’s partly my fault. I thought he had left, so I stashed away his bedding to keep it from gathering dust,” Rosario explained as she prepared to bring the carrot ginger soup upstairs. Then, a thought struck her. “Oh, I almost forgot. We’re out of fever medicine at home. I need to go out and buy some. Madelyn, do you have time? Can you take the soup up to him for me?”

“Sure thing, Rosario. Go ahead! I’ll take care of Zach in the meantime.”

Deep down, Madelyn felt a pang of guilt. Somehow, Zach getting sick seemed to be connected to her. Without having eaten anything herself, she carried the soup upstairs. She reached Zach’s room and knocked on the door. “Hey, are you awake, Zach?”

Coughing could be heard from inside the room. “Cough, cough… Come in, the door’s not locked.”

door and entered, only

to follow up on this project. That’ll be all. You can head back to the office, and if anything comes up,

replied, grabbing his

asked Madelyn, “What are you doing here,

to buy fever medicine for

table. “Zach, you’re sick. You should take it easy right now.

the laptop screen. He seemed focused and serious. There was something undeniably

in his work.

engrossed in his work, he would likely lose track of time, and by the time he remembered, the soup would probably be cold. In the

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not to

any questions or don’t understand something, feel free

closed the door behind her,

headed downstairs to watch TV. Glancing at the time, she realized it was already past noon. If

external injuries had already formed scabs, Madelyn’s internal injuries continued to inflict intense pain whenever she made sudden movements. While they had initially shown signs of improvement, they seemed to have worsened after her fall onto Zach’s hard body. In an effort to alleviate the discomfort, Madelyn took a few painkillers, which offered significant

of a text message. Without even looking, she knew it was from