The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning Max Charming

Chapter 33

The following day, Madelyn woke up quite late, because she had only fallen asleep around three or four. She rolled out of bed, slipped into her bra, and changed into some comfy loungewear. Covering her mouth, she let out a yawn and made her way downstairs.

“Rosario, what’s on the menu for breakfast this morning?” she called out.

Rosario, busy in the kitchen, responded, “Mr. Jardin caught a cold, so I whipped up some carrot ginger soup. I’ll take it up to him first. There’s more in the pot if you want some.”

Madelyn was taken aback. “How did he get sick all of a sudden? He seemed perfectly fine yesterday.”

“It’s partly my fault. I thought he had left, so I stashed away his bedding to keep it from gathering dust,” Rosario explained as she prepared to bring the carrot ginger soup upstairs. Then, a thought struck her. “Oh, I almost forgot. We’re out of fever medicine at home. I need to go out and buy some. Madelyn, do you have time? Can you take the soup up to him for me?”

“Sure thing, Rosario. Go ahead! I’ll take care of Zach in the meantime.”

Deep down, Madelyn felt a pang of guilt. Somehow, Zach getting sick seemed to be connected to her. Without having eaten anything herself, she carried the soup upstairs. She reached Zach’s room and knocked on the door. “Hey, are you awake, Zach?”

room. “Cough,

door and entered, only to find Zach accompanied

“…Let’s postpone today’s meeting for now. I’ll continue to follow up on this project. That’ll be all. You can head back to the office, and if anything

Mr. Jardin,” Kevin replied, grabbing his briefcase. He nodded at Madelyn

you doing here, Madelyn? Where’s

out to buy fever

on the bedside table. “Zach, you’re sick. You should take

on the laptop screen. He seemed focused and serious. There was something undeniably appealing about

in his work.

his work, he would likely lose track of time, and by the time he remembered, the soup would probably be cold. In the past, she

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insisted that he eat. But this time, she decided not to

or don’t understand something, feel

the door behind her, wanting to avoid

studying, Madelyn didn’t actually return to her books. Instead, she headed downstairs to watch TV. Glancing at the time, she realized it was already past noon. If Hayson didn’t

continued to inflict intense pain whenever she made sudden movements. While they had initially shown signs of improvement, they seemed to have worsened after her