The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning (Madelyn) novel Chapter 455

Madelyn smiled politely. A hint of detachment flashed upon her eyes as she said, "It's fine. The elevator is full, so we'll take the next one."

When she rejected Ethan in front of so many people, they looked at her and Ethan with complex gazes.

Madelyn turned to Kennedy and said, "I left something in the room. I need to go back and take it."

Kennedy nodded, "I'll wait for you."

Madelyn responded, "Okay."

When she turned around and left, the elevator slowly closed. Ethan knew she was lying. Indeed, Madelyn did not leave anything behind. She simply wanted to avoid him.

Madelyn spent a few minutes in the private room. She only left when the waiter came in to clean the table.

Madelyn and Kennedy took the elevator down to the first basement floor. She sat in the front passenger seat and fastened the seatbelt, "All right. Let's go."

Kennedy stopped her, "Wait."

Madelyn looked confused, "Huh?"

Kennedy suddenly leaned forward to Madelyn. She leaned back slightly, thinking he might do something to her.

However, she believed Kennedy was not a frivolous person. She was right when she noticed that he raised his hand and lifted her hair that was tangled in her seatbelt with his fingers. He said, "Your hair."

Madelyn's dropped her guard a little, "Thank you."

Kennedy looked away from outside the car window. He then stepped on the accelerator and left the parking lot. After a short distance away from the parking lot, there was a Maybach near them. Inside the Maybach, there were a few cigarette butts on the floorboard.

As a kid, Ethan had always known that his parents' relationship was not good. So, he was very obedient. He made himself an excellent child. He tried his best to mend his family.

Unfortunately, he failed. Another woman came into their life.

When his mother learned that Ethan's father stayed out all night, she would drink to drown her sorrows. She drove herself mad.

When she went crazy, Ethan became a superfluous person to her. She would hit and scold him. After drinking, she would lock him away in a windowless basement.

When she sobered up, she would regret it and held him in her arms and cried.

He faintly remembered he was only eight years old at that time.