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.”

the phone as he too turned and

by then, leaving

be in your care.” he

cold dressing up so little? It might

as a block of ice. “I knew you wouldn’t be

black leather glove from her bag. She had originally planned to give it to Zach, but Jadie had gifted him one in advance, so Madelyn had tossed

glove open, and he slid his hand in. She then adjusted his fingers. It really fit

take this too.” She

had never been taken care of like this before, as usually people would only

keep your hands warm. If your hands get cold, just put them in there and you’ll feel

nodded. “I’ve never seen such

but how about you?” he said, so Madelyn showed him the puffy

“Okay.”

and then stopped.

out a scarf and wrapped it around Ethan’s neck. “I invited you here, and now the weather’s getting

tired, or freezing, and would make sure that he wore a few more layers of clothes before he left for work, and would force him to put on

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 could he? She was the

her best. She had worried for ten odd years about a man who did not love

now, her habit of taking care of people

of talking too much

too cold. As she looked at the paintings, Madelyn kept her eyes peeled, not wanting to

an almost lifelike warmth. Be

too close. This was because every single one of these paintings here

his art just so

“Do you

like them?” Ethan

I was buried in a pile of books and saw a picture

night, a phantasm in a world of ice. Every stroke exuded the extreme cold of the Arctic, and he somehow managed to pull it

see it. You can achieve anything you set your

of her daze. “Ah, whatever, it’s been so long since then. anyway. Being able to see his paintings in his exhibition with my

me.”

above. They were tired, so they

go to the toilet?” she asked