The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 740

The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning by Max Charming Chapter 740

Madelyn felt trapped and believed that accepting the situation would protect her loved ones. After shetold Zach how she felt, she expected him to be mad. But he just smiled, pulled her closer, and gentlyplayed with her wavy hair. “So, how do you see us?”

Hesitantly, she lowered her eyes. ??? wish we could just be brother and sister, she said. Zach chuckled,a wicked look in his eyes. “Since when do siblings share a bed?” His gaze was icy and there wassomething unsettling about it, like a wild animal trapped behind bars. You’ll see things my wayeventually. And one day, we’ll watch our child grow up together.”

“Dal isn’t our child. It was all make- believe,” Madelyn said. “If you want a child, you and Yvonne shouldhave one.

That would be your true child.” She felt her life was confusing, but she thought Zach seemed evenmore lost. “I know this might upset you, but it’s the truth.”

“You’ve become pretty good with words, haven’t you?” Zach teased, pinching her cheek lightly beforegiving her a quick kiss. He wished they could start fresh.

Madelyn winced when Zach touched a sore spot. Noticing her pain, he softened his touch. Thehorizon’s gentle glow highlighted Zach and Madelyn. From a distance, their bond was unmistakablyprofound.

As evening brought light rain and the sound of distant thunder, the once- grand Arnold residenceshowed its age, but still looked impressive. A line of black sedans followed a Rolls-Royce into thecourtyard. A bodyguard with a big umbrella opened a car door, and Zach stepped out, surrounded byother bodyguards. These men used to work for Hayson and had changed from shady jobs to become

expert guards. Those who misbehaved were sent away. Raindrops created a soft pitter-patter on theumbrella.

Zach led the way into the grand foyer. Marta, dressed in a black dress, stood quietly by a table, lightinga row of white candles in memory. Nearby, a closed wooden casket was surrounded by flowers. Theroom carried the scent of freshly lit candles, occasionally mixed with the subtle undertone of a floralfragrance.

“Why couldn’t you wait until Mrs. Arnold Sr. was buried before trying to take over the house?” Martaasked.

The echoing footsteps on the marble floor added to the room’s tension. “You still have two hours,” Zachreplied with a shrug. He sat back in a comfortable chair, appearing relaxed, thinking, ‘ After tonight, theArnold residence will be history.’novelbin