Chapter 185
The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning
Madelyn gripped Zachâs wrist and said with a chilly tone, âLetâs head back quickly. Jadie is still waiting for you at home. Iâm tired and want to rest.â
The next moment, Zach pinched both sides of her cheeks and whispered creepily into her ear, Youâre still young and donât know what love is. If you want to date, I wonât stop you. In fact, 1 can even help you find someone better.â
Madelyn closed her eyes and held back the anger that had welled up inside her. âItâs not the time to argue with him now,â she thought.
âI-I got it.â
âIt seems like I really canât have even a drop of alcohol in the future. After three drinks, I might get drunk and say something displeasing to Zach.â 1 Madelyn was completely sober now. She remained silent and dared not to speak again along the way.
It was almost eleven oâclock when they returned home. The living room was pitch-dark. Madelyn followed Zach slowly as they entered the foyer. She fumbled along the wall for the light switch and turned it on.
Madelyn wanted to hurry upstairs, but behind her, Zach suddenly said, âGo make some pasta.â
Madelyn was about to climb the stairs, but heard such a rude request. âI-Iâll get Margaret to cook the pasta for you.â
âDonât you understand what Iâm saying?â Zach sat on the sofa and reclined back. He looked somewhat unwell.
Madelyn turned around slowly. Looking at how Zach acted, she knew his stomach issue must have flared up again. It was a recurring issue for him. He was sensitive to raw and cold foods, and his habit of drinking on an empty stomach during social occasions often made it worse. Tonight, Zach had consumed a lot of seafood, including crabs.
âNo wonder heâs in pain.â
Madelyn resigned herself to the situation and turned to walk into the kitchen. She opened the fridge to check the available ingredients. It was already so late, so she refused to waste any time here as she was really exhausted.
âHe could have gone back, but he chose to come here. Lately, heâs been appearing at home more frequently. I canât understand why he even moved out in the first place.â
Madelyn wished she would not have to meet him for the whole year.
She washed the pot, bolled water, chopped vegetables, and used the remaining handmade pasta to cook a single serving. Once the pasta was ready, she carried it to the dining table and grabbed a fork to set it down. âThe pasta is ready. Iâm going to rest now.â
Madelyn took her cup of warm milk and wearily returned to her room. Before she had left home earlier, she had asked Margaret to install a new door lock, and it was in place now. She securely fastened the lock on the door from the inside so one could get into her room door from the outside.
Upon entering the walk-in closet, Madelyn opened the wardrobe and discovered her black gown placed inside. She took it out and noticed the smooth fabric and a familiar scent of freshly laundered fragrance. Thinking about the dirty clothes that Margaret had been holding this morning, she wondered, âDid I misunderstand something?â
However, Madelyn distinctly remembered locking the door from the inside. If Zach was not the one who entered her room, maybe Margaret was the one who had taken her clothes to wash them.
âActually, itâs not entirely my fault for misunderstanding him! Obviously, heâs the one who lacks proper boundaries between genders. He casually sneaked into my room and even told me to change my habit of falling in love with every guy I meet. Hmph! Why doesnât he change his annoying habits instead? Itâs truly repulsive!â