The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning Max Charming

Chapter 128

Today was the day of the art exhibition.

Madelyn, of course, had not forgotten about it and had gotten up early to prepare. She put on a

white cashmere coat, a long black knitted skirt with plush long trousers beneath as the weather today was gloomy and below zero degrees.

The weather at Ventropolis of late was like a roller coaster and was very volatile. Frost had already formed on the flower beds at the villa. The maple leaves had still been green the day before, but after just a single night, they had turned red.

The white frost alone made Madelyn feel a little chilly. She lowered her face and buried it inside her scarf, her cheeks slightly red.

‘I wonder if it’ll snow today.’

As soon as the taxi arrived, Madelyn quickly opened the door and got inside.

She did not like to have people waiting for her, so she left half an hour earlier. By the time she arrived, there was already a long queue at the exhibition entrance, everyone with a ticket in hand.

A Cayenne drove in about ten minutes after Madelyn arrived.

Ethan saw through the car window Madelyn who was jumping up and down and smiled. “Let’s get off here then.”

“Alright, Master Ethan,” Leyton said.

‘If I’d known it would be this cold, I would have worn more socks. It’s freezing.’

“Miss Madelyn…”

A familiar voice soon called out to Madelyn from behind. When she turned around, she saw George and the person in the wheelchair.

Ethan smiled. “Sorry for the wait.”

“It’s fine, I just arrived not too long ago myself. Let’s go.”

“Miss Madelyn…” George called out to her. “We won’t be joining you, so please take care of Master Ethan.”

be answering the phone

had also left by then, leaving only

your

up so little?

as cold as a block of ice. “I knew

to give it to Zach, but Jadie had gifted him one in advance, so Madelyn had tossed it into her cupboard in a fit of anger. Little

the glove open, and he slid his hand in. She then adjusted his

She gave him

never been taken care of like this before, as usually people would only do things for him after he had told

your hands get cold, just put them in

seen

puffy cute gloves on her hand. “I have a pair myself. Sit tight. We’ll be

“Okay.”

pushed the wheelchair from behind and then stopped. “Oh

“I invited you here, and now the weather’s

make sure that he wore a few more layers of clothes before he left for work, and would force him

next day and hang them up so that he would not need to look for them in the morning. He would often throw his stuff all over the place, and then have trouble finding them afterwards. How

always done her best. She had worried for ten odd years about a man who did not love her, acting like a mother and doing everything down to

her habit of taking care of people still had not changed

times, she was afraid of talking too much and

she looked at the paintings, Madelyn kept her

shocked her. The paintings had an almost lifelike warmth. Be it the landscape, portraits, all of them

of the paintings were framed and there were guards standing everywhere, not allowing people to get too close. This was because every single one of these paintings here could

art just so

“Do you

like them?”

so I was buried in a pile of books

Every stroke exuded the extreme cold of the Arctic, and he somehow managed to pull

see it. You can

it’s been so long since then. anyway. Being able to see his paintings in his exhibition with my own

me.”

there were still two more floors above.

you need to go to the toilet?”