The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning Max Charming

Each class stretched out to 45 minutes. When the bell finally signaled the end of the lesson, Madelyn, almost with a sense of doomed acceptance, walked to the back of the room. She quietly righted Forrest’s knocked-over desk and gathered the scattered books from the floor, tidying them neatly into his drawer. Her actions elicited a flurry of astonished whispers from her classmates.

“No way! Madelyn, who’s always acting high and mighty, is actually picking up books for Forrest? Did she hit her head or something?”

“Can’t believe what I’m seeing. Madelyn, who couldn’t be bothered to speak, is now serving her arch-nemesis Forrest? Holy cow, I must be hallucinating!”

Someone had discreetly snapped a photo of Madelyn’s surprising act of humility and anonymously uploaded it to the school forum.

Madelyn ignored the buzz around her, focusing on straightening up Forrest’s desk. Despite everything, she was just too good-natured to hold Forrest’s temper against him.

Meanwhile, in the grimy alley behind the school, Timothy was debating about which bar to hit that night. Adrian was engrossed in his phone when a headline suddenly popped up.

[Shocker of the Century! Madelyn actually…]

Before he could finish reading, Adrian saw Madelyn’s name and clicked on the link. A photo loaded, revealing Madelyn crouched down, books cradled in her arms. “Holy smokes! Look, Forry, look at the school forum, Madelyn is picking up your books again!”

doubted his hearing for a

camera captured Madelyn’s smooth, elegant profile perfectly. Light streamed in from the window, illuminating her, her eyelashes cast in shadow like

‘Well, I’ll be damned.’

in

their lunch. Madelyn was still struggling with the final math problem. The noise of chatter and footfalls

isn’t coming back to settle the

and grab a front-row seat. I’ve had it with that lowlife girl. I can’t

her dad who nearly cost my dad his life over a plot of land. People like them who can’t compete

dad said the Jent family are big fishes in Ventropolis, getting on their bad side always spells trouble. Don’t let

businesses had suffered

had just begun writing a formula for the major math problem when a shadow loomed over her. In the next instant, a hand swept across the desk, scattering her books to the floor.

“Can

gave you permission to touch my stuff? Looking for trouble?” His sneer was cruel, his

I picked up his books, he has

him might serve as a sort of quiet apology. She had never imagined that simply tidying his things would provoke such a

the neighboring one

pen. She spoke with icy coolness. “You’ve just messed with my books, too. We’re even.