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.”

to be answering the phone as he

had also left by

be in your care.” he

cold dressing up so little? It might snow today.

a block of

She had originally planned to give it to Zach, but Jadie had gifted him one in advance,

were slender and well-defined. Madelyn pulled the glove open, and he slid his hand in.

too.” She gave him the other

of like this before, as usually people would only do things for

your hands get cold,

seen

but how about you?” he said, so Madelyn showed him the puffy cute gloves on her hand. “I have a pair myself. Sit tight. We’ll

“Okay.”

from behind and then stopped. “Oh right,

you here,

tired, or freezing, and would make sure that he wore a few more layers of clothes before he left 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

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

care of people still had not changed at

was afraid of

was air conditioning in the exhibition hall, and it was not too cold. As she looked at the paintings, Madelyn kept

surprised and shocked her. The paintings had an almost lifelike warmth. Be

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

art just so

“Do you

like them?” Ethan

so I was buried in a pile of books and saw a picture from one of the fallen books. It was a photo of one of Mr. Edward’s

cutting across the night, a phantasm in a world of ice. Every stroke exuded the extreme cold of the Arctic, and he somehow managed to pull it off. He’s just that amazing! Unfortunately, I’ve only seen it in photos, and not with my own eyes.

You can achieve anything

anyway.

me.”

going through the first level there were still two more floors above. They were tired, so they sat at the lounge

go to the toilet?” she asked