The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning Max Charming

Chapter 442

Madelyn gazed upward at the night sky. Zach followed her gaze but saw nothing, only a pitch-black sky. The weather had not been great the past few days. Suddenly, Zach sensed something was wrong and walked over. However, Madelyn, sitting on the swing, showed no reaction whatsoever.

After a while, Madelyn left the swing and headed back, with Zach following her all along. She sat on the sofa, turned on the television, and stared at the static screen. Her eyes were devoid of expression. It continued until four in the morning. Then, Madelyn turned off the television, kicked off her shoes, and peacefully fell asleep on the sofa with her hands folded on her

chest.

Zach, who had finished smoking at the door, discarded the half-smoked cigarette in his hand. He then carried Madelyn horizontally from the sofa, heading upstairs. As he lifted her, Zach felt that she was almost weightless. Madelyn had gained some weight at the Arnold residence but now seemed to have lost it all again.

hours until dawn when Zach placed her on the bed. Madelyn instinctively rolled to the middle of the

had used around himself. The water droplets on his muscular, tanned body blended into the white cotton robe. On his lean and muscular body, there were noticeable scars that looked like centipede tracks, especially on his chest,

slept exceptionally soundly after taking a sleeping pill. However, when she woke up in the morning, she noticed the robe draped over the end of the bed and felt the lingering warmth on

the one on the balcony. There’s no

she had brought upstairs was gone. Madelyn barely had any food throughout the entire day yesterday, so her stomach was growling, causing her some discomfort. However, she did not

habit.

on the table. She hurriedly hopped out of bed barefoot and began to wolf it down. Just then, the door opened. Zach, dressed in a dark gray sweater and black casual pants, walked in with food in hand. He saw Madelyn dressed lightly with tousled hair, eating

her dressing table. There was nothing on it, lacking even basic

and eat.”

Startled, Madelyn retreated into the corner. Her eyes darted around in fear as she still held the half-eaten toast and swallowed the

as if she feared he might kill her. Even within the confines of her home, she lacked a sense of security, resembling a frightened rabbit.