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.”

off with you all morning. A sweet

faint smile. “How did

it’s not too hard to tell. Some folks wear their emotions on their faces when something’s bugging them. And for many, physical activity becomes a way

release pent-up feelings.”

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

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

moment. “I don’t think there’s anything

father never allows me to do

I’ve got a painting here. Would you be interested in checking

of painting?” Madelyn felt curious.

at his wristwatch; practice time was

floor. In a cozy corner, a painting about three meters long was covered by a black

it’s a

1/2

“No worries.”

his room was very clean, spotless even, giving the impression that it hadn’t been used

a while.

unveiled the

glance, the painting took Madelyn aback. “This…This is! Aishalya Dejean’s ‘Noctis Stellata

created just five paintings in her lifetime, each

had vanished after completing “Noctis Stellata”, when she was just twenty-six. For decades afterward, she produced no more art. Speculation swirled, with many believing