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…]

revealing Madelyn crouched down, books

the…?” Timothy doubted his

the photo Adrian shoved his way. A girl crouched on the floor, her skirt pooling around her. The camera captured Madelyn’s smooth, elegant profile perfectly. Light streamed in from the window, illuminating her, her eyelashes cast in shadow

‘Well, I’ll be damned.’

to her selective palate and her aversion to 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 the last

the other students gradually returned from their lunch. Madelyn was still struggling with the final math problem. The

Forrest. He isn’t coming back

seat. I’ve had it with that lowlife girl. I

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

better watch your mouth. My dad said the Jent family are big fishes in Ventropolis, getting

ever whispered behind Madelyn’s back. Many in their class had parents whose businesses had suffered at the hands of the Jent family, and those dealings were always

the next instant, a hand swept across the desk, scattering her books to the floor. She looked up into Forrest’s

calmly, “Can I

you permission to touch my stuff? Looking for trouble?” His sneer was cruel, his gaze threatening

picked up his books,

had only done so because she had accidentally taken his seat and he had gotten upset. She thought cleaning up for him might serve as a sort of

even the neighboring one had gathered to

too. We’re even. Besides, it’s my turn for cleaning duty today. If you’re unhappy

his pockets and kicked at Madelyn’s desk. “What’s your game,