The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning Max Charming

Madelyn answered the phone, and they talked about trivial matters like what she ate and what she did. It was like he would set a time to call her every day. Most of the time, Ethan was the one who called since Madelyn rarely used her phone and would only send him a text when she remembered. About seven or eight minutes later, the pasta was cooked, and Madelyn strained it.

“Sorry the banquet ended this late, Mr. Arnold. Would you do me the honor of having a drink with me?” Suddenly, a gentle and soothing voice of a woman came from the other end. Madelyn got distracted and scalded her hand while straining the pasta.

Megan had just left the banquet venue and approached Ethan when she saw him on the balcony. She immediately fell silent when she saw him turn around with a phone in hand.

Ethan looked icily at Megan, and she was startled by his gaze. Just as he was about to explain himself, he heard the person on the phone say, I’ll be hanging up if you’re busy. Get back to the hotel and get some rest soon.”

Madelyn hung up the phone, and the call ended. She did not ask him for an explanation, even though she clearly heard the entire conversation. She even acted understanding and did not pry at all.

felt a little disappointed. Ethan stuck his phone into his suit pocket. He now emanated a chilling aura. He

Then you should be more careful in the future. You’re

bought the gift Ms. Jent wanted.” “She didn’t mention the flavor

in two days since the phone call and mostly texted each other. However, Madelyn received the cotton candy that Ethan had bought for her in Marisburg and got someone to bring it to her. While cotton candy was also sold in Ventropolis, Madelyn still preferred the taste of those from

class. Needless to say, Madelyn

paper at the top of the pile and said, “Work hard

for her at the classroom door. She held the straps of her

walk out of the classroom, she immediately went up to her, “Madelyn, was it hard? You’re

as her. She was like a mosquito that kept on buzzing into

your paper. Besides, there are some questions I don’t quite understand and want to ask

had helped Mya, the dorky-looking girl