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.”

open the door and entered, only to find Zach

continue to follow up on this project. That’ll be all.

his briefcase.

you doing

buy fever

“Zach, you’re

the laptop screen. He seemed focused

in his work.

likely lose track of time, and by

1/2

laptop and insisted that he eat. But this time, she decided not to interfere anymore. “Zach, remember to eat and don’t forget. I’ll

or don’t understand something,

closed the door

realized it was already past noon. If Hayson didn’t come back by midnight, it meant he wouldn’t be

to inflict intense pain whenever she made sudden movements. While they had initially shown signs of improvement, they seemed to have worsened after

phone chimed with the familiar sound of a text message. Without