The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 212

It was fifteen minutes to ten, before Madelyn had to go upstairs.

“Stand right there!”

She heard someone roar.

Then, she saw two persons walk into the neighborhood.

Forrest walked over with a cigarette in hand while a young, beautiful girl ran after him. She had long, wavy hair and wore a knitted long dress.

The girl ran to face him and slapped him across the face, “You’re scum, Forrest!”

She continued, “How dare you break up with me over a single text?! What do you take me for? Do you think I’m just a toy you can discard at your will?”

Forrest was unfazed. He chuckled and chucked away the cigarette he was holding. He stuck his hands into his pockets and said, “It was just a fling. We broke up because I got tired of it.”

The white streetlights shone on Forrest’s hair. The breeze gently blew against his bangs, and they fell over his eyes, which quickly swelled up and revealed a handprint from the slap.

“I’m not interested in women who desperately throw themselves at me. Maybe you should go. find someone else?”

The mature-looking girl took out a bottle of water and dumped its contents onto Forrest’s

head.

wait. My dad won’t let this

Forrest behind. Forrest shook the water out of his hair and pulled his hair back.

the

was as if he was asking

the show?”

a few seconds before she turned around and went into the escalator, pressing a floor button with feigned

the screen indicated that the password was correct. The string of numbers

seen Zach key in the password today

door. The lights in the living room were still on, but the room

must’ve been left

soft bed.

of having a glass of milk but

BZZT! BZZT!

She checked her phone, and it was

in her

Ethan: [You moved?]

he had sent from different dates. She took out a pre-washed cucumber from the fridge and started

house is

there was still a light left on

In the end, she did not send the text. She deleted her original response and sent a single word:

phone indicated that the message had

his pajamas, leaning on the bedframe. He had a book about suppressing emotions. and treating psychological diseases open

reply and revealed

finally stopped ignoring me,’