The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning Max Charming

Moonlight pierced through the window, its cold brilliance illuminating the room. Madelyn, clad in her nightgown, descended the stairs into the living room. Rarely prone to wake during the night, she had awakened thirsty only to find her water pitcher empty. As she made her way downstairs, sleep still fogging her vision, she turned and gasped at the unexpected sight of a dark silhouette on the couch.

“Ahh!”

Her drowsiness evaporated instantaneously, as the figure rose from the couch, switching on the wall light. The sudden brightness made her squint, and it took a moment for her to make out the man before her.

“Bro, what are you doing here? You didn’t go home?”

The room was steeped in a faint aroma of alcohol, a scent unmistakably emanating from Zach.

just got back from an outing? And why isn’t

marriage, Zach’s intentions were as

she could not help but notice the strange glint in his eyes. His breath hitched, revealing a hint of disarray. She knew

through Madelyn’s lashes as she feigned ignorance, intending to escape. But he suddenly stretched out a hand, bracing it against the wall, blocking her path. A ripple of panic coursed through

something else

last. His piercing gaze, sharp enough to cut through even the thickest armor, was daunting. His powerful aura,

Zach brushed her hair behind her ear. “Madelyn, have I done

her, kept her gaze lowered, afraid to meet his eyes. She knew if she did, he would instantly spot her vulnerability, deducing her every thought with a

Because it feels like you’ve been avoiding

leaned in closer, this proximity revealing the contours of her body beneath the

of her waist hollow revealed by the curve of her