The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning Max Charming

Madelyn asked, “Do we really need to invite so many people? It’s just an engagement.” The pen ink on the card had not completely dried yet, so she put it down after taking a look.

Ethan responded, “We do. You’re the future lady of the Arnold family, so you’ll inevitably interact with these people. Take a look at the list. If there are people you don’t want to meet, we’ll just strike their names off.”

The paper was filled with numerous names written on it. Madelyn shook her head, “I didn’t expect an engagement to be so troublesome. If I were to handle it, I’d definitely back out.”

As soon as she said that, a vague memory suddenly flooded her mind. In the scene, she was wearing a white dress with her long, black hair cascading down smoothly. It was just before her university graduation. Instead of taking graduation photos, she went back to Zach and her house to start preparing for their upcoming wedding.

She searched online for what was needed to be prepared for the wedding.

joyfully walked up to Zach. She said in a coquettish yet complaining tone, ” Zach, there are so many things to prepare for our wedding! I’m getting a headache. Take a look at the guest list. Do you think this is

candies. Do you like it? “Zach, when we go get our marriage certificate later, should I wear

want to capture every beautiful moment of us getting our marriage certificate. I

a tearing pain in her chest, and it spread to her limbs. For some

if the events of her previous life had just happened not long ago. Ethan raised his head, “What’s wrong? Is

and smiled as if nothing was wrong, “Nothing.

asked, “Are

just want to help you.” Ethan replied, “The future Mrs. Arnold doesn’t need to do anything. If you’re bored staying here with me, you can go downstairs and watch some

she had given her all. And now, someone was willing to do the same for her. Perhaps, she could never repay what he did for her. But a relationship was a two-way street, so Madelyn wanted to do something for him