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…]

down, books cradled in her arms. “Holy smokes! Look, Forry, look at the school forum, Madelyn is

Timothy doubted his hearing for

as he peered at 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 like the feathers of a raven, one hand clutching books, the other picking

‘Well, I’ll be damned.’

alone in the classroom, she quietly savored the caramelized pork that Rosario had prepared for her, while working on

the final math problem.

Forrest. He isn’t coming back to settle the

it with

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

family are big fishes in Ventropolis, getting

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

the major math problem when a shadow loomed over her. In the next instant, a hand swept across the desk, scattering her books to the floor. She looked up into Forrest’s face, a tumultuous storm of

“Can

my stuff? Looking for trouble?” His sneer

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

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

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

at Madelyn’s desk. “What’s your game, Madelyn? Who are