The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chatper 602

The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning by Max Charming Chapter 602

Under the Statue of Liberty by a pond, many students about to graduate were sketching. “Madelyn, ifyou submit this painting in a contest, you’re sure to win,” a voice said.

The cool fall wind blew her short hair. A beam of golden light shone on her face. Wearing a shinynecklace, Madelyn tucked her long hair behind her ear. Thanks,” she replied. Now twenty-two, Madelynwas more confident than she was at eighteen. Over the four years, she had grown more mature. Eachsmile and frown was filled with her own unique charm.A woman with golden hair beside her shook herhead in distress, “I won’t be able to complete this graduation album on time. If I delay my graduationagain, I’ll be so disappointed. Prof. Monet must be so happy having a student like you. Over theseyears, you’ve won so many awards, unlike me.”

Madelyn offered her words of encouragement, “Aisha, study harder.You’ll definitely make it.”Madelynsubmitted her five best paintings for her graduation assignment. The selected paintings would bejudged, and the winner would get a cool prize and an awesome job offer.After the graduation ceremonyand photo-taking session, she did not rush to find a job. Instead, she returned to her job at the cafe.There, her coworker Lila, in her uniform, ran toward her, holding a newspaper with excitement. Lilausually only had such a big smile when getting extra tips from customers.“Madelyn, look at this guy; heis the first Venturian man to appear on the French Le Monde de la France.”Madelyn knew Lila’sattraction to good looks. She wondered how striking someone had to be for her to notice. AlthoughMadelyn had not followed Venturian news for many years, she kept up through conversations,” Really?Be sure to pass on my congratulations.”“You seem so indifferent. But I bet that one look at him, andyou wouldn’t have been able to look away.”“Lila, we can’t count on men to fix everything. Let’s get towork.” Madelyn swiftly pulled her hair into a ponytail and secured it.Lila excitedly showed her the manon the magazine cover, “This is him. They called him… Zach Jardin.” Lila awkwardly pronounced thename, trying to say it in Venturian.The moment Madelyn saw the picture, her cell phone slipped fromnovelbin

her grasp, falling to the ground. Her eyes widened in surprise. The man in the newspaper was Zach,without a doubt. His image, clear even in the black and white photo, remained as captivating as always.He still demanded attention at first glance.Dressed in a sharp black suit, his tall figure and even moremysterious eyes hinted at a mix of sharpness and loneliness. His appearance could leave many inawe. Now thirty, Zach had notably advanced in his career, demonstrating immense talent. He hadsuccessfully established his own company, swiftly emerging as a notable figure in Ventropolis. Heappeared even more impressive than before. But this time, Madelyn would not stand beside him.Thiswas not the first time Madelyn heard about Zach since her departure. Back in 2005, during the globalfinancial crisis, when numerous businesses were shutting down and millions faced unemployment,Zach’s name surprisingly surfaced.