The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 289

Madelyn had avoidant personality. Whenever she felt upset, she used to dodge her worries. When

sadness or pain hit her, she would opt to be alone, seeking solace within herself. Occasionally, she even tried to forget, using that as a way to find some relief.

She did want to confront her problems, but fear held her back. Social interactions and specific

situations triggered her unease, so solitude became her refuge. Even when Ethan made efforts to

draw her out of her cocoon, she found it difficult to step into the open.

At the Arnold residence, apart from meal times, Madelyn mostly retreated to her room, engaging in activities she enjoyed – drawing, studying, and listening to music. She kept to herself and

rarely interacted with others.

In the Supreme World, Madelyn’s golf instructor, Tiger, brought her a piece of cake. “Take a break

and have something to eat.”

After setting her golf club aside, Madelyn sipped some water before accepting it from Tiger’s

-hand. “Thanks.”

with you all morning. A sweet treat might

smile. “How did you

tell. Some folks wear their emotions on their faces when something’s bugging

release pent-up feelings.”

of the stress from studying lately. On top of that, I’ve got all these different classes that leave me with hardly any

leg over his right and nodded in agreement. “Hmm, yeah, stress can really pile up. It’s

for a moment. “I don’t think there’s anything in particular

enjoy, my father never allows me to

enjoy painting? I’ve got a painting here. Would you be interested

of painting?”

at his wristwatch; practice time

corner, a painting about three meters long was covered by a black cloth. Tiger moved forward

it’s a bit

1/2

“No worries.”

room was very clean, spotless even, giving the

a while.

the

took Madelyn aback. “This…This is! Aishalya Dejean’s ‘Noctis Stellata “? But

had created just five paintings in her lifetime, each capable of mesmerizing the world. Yet, she had

she was just twenty-six. For decades afterward, she produced no more art. Speculation swirled, with many believing she had passed away. The truth remained shrouded in