The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning Max Charming

Retreating to her room, Madelyn stripped off her soiled clothes and stood in front of her wardrobe, contemplating her attire. Through the thin wall dividing her from the outside world, Zach’s voice carried in.

“I’ve got urgent business at the company this time. If I can wrap it up early, I’ll rush back to you!” he said.

Understandingly, Jadie replied, “I’m fine, Zach. Go do what you have to. I’ll be here waiting for you.”

“Alright. If you get tired, you can sleep in my room. I just changed the sheets and blankets.”

“Alright, I’ll remember that.”

her dress, her face flushed a fiery red. Her hands fumbled, clutching her clothes tightly around her. Zach,

inexplicable reason, in

skirt, forcing

and gravelly. “Here’s a shopping card, a gift from our business partners. If you need clothes, jewelry or

“Thanks, bro.”

a moment, swallowing hard. A primal urge, animalistic and restless, stirred within him. After a few seconds, he finally stepped away, gathered his meeting documents, and got into his car. As he turned the ignition, his hands tightening around the steering wheel, the brief vision of Madelyn’s tantalizing waist

were out of

suppressed the turmoil within him, pressed the accelerator, and sped away from the

door to find Jadie about to ascend. Their eyes met, two worlds colliding with no common language. Even though she carried a guilt over Jadie’s demise in their past life, making friends was a bridge too far for Madelyn. She decided on a path of courteous indifference, to simply coexist for a few years and then

the face of the lingering awkwardness, Madelyn found her voice first. “Sis Jadie,

“I’m tidying up Zach’s room, clearing out things he

I’ll head downstairs for a drink.” With that, she started her descent, the soft thud of her slippers on the staircase marked her retreat. As she was about to step onto the third stair, Jadie’s voice, as light as a drifting leaf, found its way into