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.”

something was off with you all morning. A sweet

managed a faint smile. “How did you

water. “With you, it’s not too hard to tell. Some folks wear their emotions on their faces when something’s bugging them. And for

release pent-up feelings.”

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

right and nodded in agreement. “Hmm, yeah, stress can really pile up. It’s a challenge for anyone. But aren’t there some things you like within

moment. “I don’t think there’s anything in particular that I like. The things

father never allows

a painting here.

painting?”

wristwatch; practice time was already

about three meters long was covered

it’s a bit untidy.”

1/2

“No worries.”

room was very clean, spotless even, giving

a while.

the

“This…This is! Aishalya Dejean’s ‘Noctis

stood among the top ten most influential painters globally. She had created just five paintings in her lifetime, each capable of mesmerizing the world. Yet, she had always remained mysterious, never making

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