The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 15

Each class stretched out to 45 minutes. When the bell finally signaled the end of the lesson, Madelyn, almost with a sense of doomed acceptance, walked to the back of the room. She quietly righted Forrest’s knocked-over desk and gathered the scattered books from the floor, tidying them neatly into his drawer. Her actions elicited a flurry of astonished whispers from her classmates.

“No way! Madelyn, who’s always acting high and mighty, is actually picking up books for Forrest? Did she hit her head or something?”

“Can’t believe what I’m seeing. Madelyn, who couldn’t be bothered to speak, is now serving her arch-nemesis Forrest? Holy cow, I must be hallucinating!”

Someone had discreetly snapped a photo of Madelyn’s surprising act of humility and anonymously uploaded it to the school forum.

Madelyn ignored the buzz around her, focusing on straightening up Forrest’s desk. Despite everything, she was just too good-natured to hold Forrest’s temper against him.

Meanwhile, in the grimy alley behind the school, Timothy was debating about which bar to hit that night. Adrian was engrossed in his phone when a headline suddenly popped up.

[Shocker of the Century! Madelyn actually…]

Madelyn’s name and clicked on the link. A photo loaded, revealing Madelyn crouched down, books

doubted his hearing for a

profile perfectly. Light streamed in from the window, illuminating her, her eyelashes cast in shadow

‘Well, I’ll be damned.’

cafeteria food. Now alone in the classroom, she quietly savored the caramelized pork that Rosario had prepared for her, while working on her incomplete test paper from

lunch. Madelyn was still struggling with the final math problem. The noise of chatter

isn’t coming back to settle the score

head over and grab a front-row seat. I’ve had it with that

nearly cost my dad his life over a plot of land. People like them who can’t compete fairly always resort to dirty tricks.

My dad said the Jent family are big fishes in Ventropolis, getting on

parents whose businesses had suffered at the hands of the Jent family, and those dealings were always

problem when a shadow loomed over her. In the next instant, a hand swept across the desk, scattering her books

“Can

touch my stuff? Looking for trouble?” His sneer was cruel,

just because I picked up his books, he has come to settle the

accidentally taken his seat and he had gotten upset. She thought cleaning up for him might serve as a sort of quiet apology. She had never imagined that simply tidying his things would provoke

even the neighboring one had gathered to witness

spoke with icy coolness. “You’ve just messed with my books, too. We’re even. Besides,

his hands into his pockets and kicked at Madelyn’s desk.