The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning (Madelyn) novel Chapter 3

Madelyn took a deep breath and smiled at Zach, her voice softening as she spoke, “Brother, I’m sorry! I was being stubborn earlier. I was wrong, and I shouldn’t have pushed you like that. I’ve realized my mistake now, and from this moment forward, I’ll always remember that you’re my brother.” 

She refrained from arguing or causing a scene, maintaining a calm demeanor reminiscent of a lifeless doll. 

Zach’s eyes momentarily lost their brightness, replaced by a cold smirk that curled his thin lips. He sarcastically thought to himself, ‘Is this her new approach?’ 

Speaking gently, Zach responded, “It’s good that you understand. Get some rest and don’t stay up too late. I’ll come to pick you up tomorrow.” With that, he reached out and gently patted her head, like an elder would. 

Madelyn fought the urge to pull away from his touch and obediently nodded. 

As Zach turned away, the tenderness in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by an icy coldness. Leaving the hospital room, he retrieved a white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the hand that had just made contact with Madelyn. He then walked toward the elevator and nonchalantly discarded the handkerchief into the nearby trash bin. Upon the opening of the elevator doors, Zach stepped inside and pressed the button for the underground parking level. 

An Audi, its headlights illuminating the area, awaited his arrival. Seated in the passenger seat was a woman with long, wavy hair, dressed alluringly, with a cigarette delicately held between her fingers. A puff of smoke escaped her sensuous red lips as her gaze followed the man’s tall figure until he entered the car. Curiously, she inquired, “Did you manage to calm her down?” 

Zach settled into the car and secured his seatbelt, a hint of disgust flickering in his eyes. He swiftly snatched the cigarette from the woman’s hand and flung it out the window. His voice turned frigid as he admonished, “You’re no longer allowed to smoke in my car!” 

The woman responded with a seductive smile, crossing her legs. “If I can’t smoke, how else am I supposed to mask the sweet scent of that girl’s perfume?” Her eyes, enhanced by a touch of eyeliner, fixated on the pink perfume bottle placed in the car. A sticker on the bottle declared it as “Madelyn’s exclusive seat.”