The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning Max Charming

Madelyn replied with a hint of mockery, “Is there anyone who wouldn’t be scared sitting next to a murderer?”

Zach thought, ‘So she does know fear. But if she truly knew fear, she wouldn’t have been so defiant, going out on dates with other guys.’

Madelyn contemplated, ‘He’s not defending himself. It seems like he did it. Well, what can’t he do? Even if it’s killing someone, he’s capable of it, flawlessly.’

She pressed on, “She was with you for a year. Aren’t you sad? How could you do that to her? She genuinely cared about you.” “Cared? Are you jealous?” He spoke in an even tone.

Madelyn’s gaze remained fixed on him, as if she was looking at an emotionless entity. With that question, she wasn’t just inquiring about Julia; she was asking for herself too. She wanted to know how it felt to have taken the life of someone he once had feelings for. Did he ever regret it? Did he feel remorse for his actions? Did he ever truly care about Julia?’

deep breath. ‘Never mind, he won’t answer, and I’ll never comprehend his inner

he would eventually face the consequences of his actions, and

just to win my affection?” Zach countered. A blush crept up Madelyn’s cheeks, and she didn’t respond.

stop, and both of them stepped out. Zach locked the car and retrieved some fireworks from the

“Why are you returning so late?” Madelyn

rose from the couch.

upstairs

Madelyn settled herself on Hayson’s left side. As they began to eat, Jasmine was still absent from the gathering. Despite the unusual situation, none of them, including

be on the simpler side in terms of flavor. Recalling the sight of the basin of blood in a servant’s hands that day, she wondered,

unexamined. That night, Madelyn didn’t retreat to her room. Instead, she sat on the couch, absently flipping through a

caught Zach’s gaze, which made her feel uneasy. She stood up, set the book down, and strolled to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, she spotted the milk but decided to opt for a cup of