The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 32

Madelyn’s heart raced as she darted back to her room, her mind in turmoil, uncertain of how to proceed. She slammed the door shut with a trembling hand, securing it with a lock. Leaning against the door, she shivered, repeatedly wiping her lips as if trying to rid them of some invisible contamination.

Though she had already kissed Zach before when he was in intoxicated state, she couldn’t forget the disgust that had emanated from him when he looked at her after forcefully pushing her away.

However, Madelyn had changed. She was no longer the girl she had been before. The mere thought of being entangled with Zach filled her with a profound aversion.

A wave of nausea washed over Madelyn. It felt as if countless flies were swarming around her. She continued to rub her lips vigorously until they became swollen and numb. Lost in contemplation of the bewildering events that had unfolded, she struggled to comprehend how she had stumbled and fallen into Zach’s embrace so unexpectedly.

Under normal circumstances, such an incident would have been unthinkable. However, with Zach in his drunken state, Madelyn couldn’t find it in herself to question his actions. She sought solace in the belief that it had been an accident, something not worth dwelling on. Yet, as she lay in bed, restlessly tossing and turning, sleep eluded her. Zach’s face relentlessly haunted her thoughts, replaying itself in an endless loop…

his presence a blend of sobriety and intoxication, marked by his dilated pupils. The enigmatic haze surrounding him blurred the boundaries between reality and inebriation. Before he knew it, he had already polished off the pasta on his plate, savoring a flavor that had eluded him during

skills all along? Was it possible that she had feigned ignorance to deceive him? However, the notion seemed implausible. Recalling her attendance at cooking classes, he reasoned that her ability to prepare pasta

Earlier on,

resistance. It puzzled him. It wasn’t rooted in jealousy toward Jadie; instead, it was a profound animosity and

himself losing his grip on Madelyn. He couldn’t shake off the feeling that she was concealing something from him. However, she was

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remnants of the pasta settled in his stomach, Zach’s intoxication gradually waned. A sense of calm replaced the unsettling churn within him. He reached for a cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke

seemed to stretch indefinitely,

Knock, knock, knock…

She knew all too well that it was Zach at the door. The clock struck two in the morning, and the absence of Rosario and Hayson left her vulnerable and alone in the house. Determined, she