The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

hapter 54

After finishing her extracurricular dance class, Madelyn arrived home at nine o’clock in the evening. As she stepped out of the car, she felt like her legs were about to give out. She

hobbled along, and Rosario immediately came over to her.

“Oh dear, what happened to you?” Rosario asked, concerned. “Come, sit on the couch. Let me massage you.”

Rosario and the chauffeur Jordan guided Madelyn to the couch and placed her backpack on the side.

“You’ve definitely pulled a muscle. Let me get some muscle rub for you,” Rosario said.

There was a well-stocked medicine cabinet at home, and Rosario quickly retrieved the muscle rub and approached Madelyn. “Didn’t your teacher know you got injured? You silly child, let me take a look.”

Rosario held onto Madelyn’s leg and gently placed it on her lap. “Where does it hurt?”

down, she already felt much better. “It’s not the teacher’s fault. I asked for more intense training, and

head with her finger. You, always either forgetful or clumsy. Be more careful in

Rosario applied muscle rub to her palms, gently massaging

She glanced around the living room. “Where’s Jasmine? And is Father not home

Mr. Jardin just returned

school dormitory. However, she quickly dismissed the thought because she knew it was nearly

staying frequently at the Jent residence, and

her inner thighs as well, Madelyn let her skirt fall back down. “Thank

creamy potato soup is simmering in the

put on her socks. “I’m much better now. I can go up on my own. Oh, by the way, Rosario, is your

gave me, it’s much improved… Alright, don’t worry about me. Go wash up

I’m going upstairs,” Madelyn said, carrying her backpack and still holding the muscle rub. She made her way to the hallway. Only now

bottom of the staircase on the second floor, Madelyn stretched her neck to glance upstairs. The corridor lights were off, indicating that no

reached the steps leading to the third floor, she would deliberately make some noises with her footsteps. It was a warning to

witness even a glimpse of it. Even if they deliberately wanted to tell her about it, she would prefer to puncture her