The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning Max Charming

Chapter 42

The Jent residence didn’t have many rooms. Hayson had always sleeping alone, so the study on the second floor and the master bedroom were off-limits. The third floor had originally been Madelyn and Zach’s rooms, while Jadie occupied the fourth floor.

Now, Madelyn had to give up her room on the third floor, and her only option was to move to the fifth floor, the very top of the house. However, the fifth floor was incredibly peaceful. The room boasted a spacious balcony where she could care for her plants, savor a cup of tea while gazing at the nighttime scenery. Even if she had to spend the entire day in her room, she wouldn’t feel bored.

Madelyn swallowed a couple of painkillers, took a sip of water, and began tidying up the room.

Just then, Rosario walked in, her expression somewhat sour. “If someone had to give up their room, it shouldn’t have been you,” she remarked.

Madelyn gently grasped Rosario’s hand, her lips curving into a reassuring smile as she tried to console her. “To be honest, it doesn’t matter who takes over my room on the third floor. I prefer the room on the fifth floor. I recall there are numerous paintings by Mom there, as well as her photographs. If I live there, maybe Mom will visit me in my dreams at night. It’s been such a long time since I dreamt of her.”

That was also the place where she felt closest to her mother.

compassion as she held Madelyn’s hand. “Our dear Madelyn, why are you so

lot of things,” Madelyn thought to herself, addressing Rosario. ‘Just give me a little

from here.’

to pack her clothes and gather the basic items she would

after, the housekeeping personnel arrived. They swiftly replaced the old furniture in her original room and covered the previously pink walls with white wallpaper. In less than two hours, the room, once delicate

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student, and how he

door that connected the room to the balcony courtyard and stepped outside. To her delight,

still flourishing. In one corner, an easel stood, indicating that this was where her mother used to paint. She walked over and leaned against the railing, feeling the gentle breeze caressing her face as she absorbed the captivating light and scenery. From this

compared to her original room. From now on, she could lock herself in here and indulge in whatever activities she desired. The only minor inconvenience was the

sense of elation, Madelyn flopped onto the bed and playfully

entered the room, clutching a framed

the bed. Don’t mess it up,”