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?”

not the teacher’s fault. I asked for more intense training, and I accidentally slipped,

her head in exasperation and lightly tapped Madelyn’s head with her finger. You, always either forgetful or clumsy. Be more careful in the future and

off her black thigh-high stockings, and Rosario applied muscle rub to her palms, gently massaging Madelyn’s calves.

glanced around the living room. “Where’s

and Mr. Jardin are home. Mr. Jardin just

mention to Hayson that she also wanted to move to the school dormitory. However, she quickly dismissed the thought because she knew it was nearly impossible for Hayson to allow her to live on

had been staying frequently at the Jent

the muscle rub to her inner thighs as well, Madelyn let her skirt fall back down. “Thank you, Rosario. You

for your father to come back. The creamy potato soup is simmering in the kitchen pot. Can you manage? If not, I’ll help you up

much better now. I can go up on my own. Oh, by the way, Rosario, is your

your father gave me, it’s much improved… Alright, don’t

muscle rub. She made her way to the

the staircase on the second floor, Madelyn stretched her neck to glance upstairs. The corridor lights were

reached the steps leading to the third floor, she would deliberately make some noises with

her own eyes than witness even a glimpse of it. Even if they deliberately wanted to tell her about it,