The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

“I say I’ll always be by your side forever. If you don’t like him, you shouldn’t force yourself.”

Madelyn sat up, “I think I do like him, but it’s just taking me some time to get used to it. I… I don’t know. What about you? Do you like him?”

“It’s your choice. As long as you like him, I will accept him.” “I don’t even know if this is the right thing to do. What about you… did you like Father? How did you get together in the first place?”

In an instant, the figure by the bed didn’t answer and disappeared. The next morning, the first rays of light broke through.

These past few days had been calm, without a single ripple. However, the calmer it was, the harder it was for Madelyn to find peace of mind.

This weekend, Madelyn had hoped to sleep in, but the commotion of a servant knocking at her door disturbed her.

“Miss Jent, it’s time to wake up. Mr. Arnold is waiting for you downstairs.” “Alright,” Madelyn mumbled groggily, then quickly turned over and went back to sleep.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, and with no sign of Madelyn coming down, Ethan glanced at his wristwatch. In the hallway, photographers and

in her thirties, dressed professionally, approached. “Miss Jent still hasn’t woken up? Mr. Arnold, should we

legs off the

upstairs, the photographer hurried to follow. Ethan reached for the doorknob, but it was locked. He raised his hand

Ethan… it’s the

her internal alarm clock went off around eight-thirty, and it was just a little past seven. Madelyn

downstairs and wants to see you.” ‘Mrs. Arnold Sr.?!’ With that single word, Madelyn’s brain kicked into high gear,

the wooden floor as she rushed toward the door. Upon opening the door, she saw a camera outside and immediately shut it.

“A surprise.”

surprised. “Are you going to talk to me with the door closed?” Pausing for a moment, Madelyn slowly opened the door just a crack, revealing her sleepy face.