The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning (Madelyn) novel Chapter 1098

Chapter 1098 

Madelyn thought, ‘If the wedding doesn’t proceed smoothly, Zach won’t spare Blake. For him, dealing with her would be like crushing an ant.’ 

“As long as she does her job well, I won’t let her efforts go unrewarded,” Zach said with a mix of 

gentleness and a threatening undertone. 

Then, he changed the subject. “Come downstairs and try the pasta I’ve cooked.” 

“No, I’m not in the mood,” Madelyn replied. 

She thought, ‘Zach, no one can tell what the future holds.’ 

Recently, Zach had started doing unusual things, like cooking meals for Madelyn, including different kinds 

of pasta. They tasted decent enough, even quite good. 

“Think you can leave? You believe you can escape from me?” Zach said playfully. He suddenly pulled Madelyn toward him, lifting her off her feet and carrying her downstairs. 

At the dining table, the servants presented different pastas in front of Madelyn. 

Madelyn sat awkwardly on Zach’s lap and struggled slightly. “Let me down.” 

Zach held Madelyn tightly by the waist and said, “Stay like this. I’ll feed you.” 

Madelyn glared at him, but it had no effect on Zach. Instead, it amused him. 

The servants then brought a plate of boiled shrimp. 

“Eat the pasta first, then the shrimp. I’ll peel them for you,” Zach suggested. 

Madelyn tried the seafood pasta and thought it tasted surprisingly good, almost as good as those from 

restaurants. 

Zach fed Madelyn half the pasta, asking her to save room for the shrimp he would peel for her by hand. 

After the third shrimp, Madelyn felt full. She said, “I can’t eat anymore. I’ll get fat.” 

Zach had oily hands as Madelyn got up from his lap. She said, “Use less oil in the pasta in the future. Too 

much of it isn’t healthy.” 

Zach wiped his fingers and remarked, “A little weight gain wouldn’t be bad.” 

“I’m going upstairs.” Madelyn retorted and left upstairs. 

A maid approached Zach with a cordless phone. “Sir, Ms. Young is on the line for you.” 

Zach took the phone and said coldly, “What?” 

Frida got straight to the point. “I have a shipment that only your people can handle.” 

Zach stepped outside, lighting a cigarette. He asked, “Shouldn’t you be more concerned about hiding right now? Have you forgotten my previous warning?”