The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning by Max Charming Chapter 1075
Zach said, “You haven’t eaten much today. Eat more. If you don’t like it, I’ll have the maid make something else for you.”
Madelyn snorted lightly, “You can eat it yourself.”
She thought, ‘Why’d the Young family still have dealings with Zach? Logically speaking, Frida should hate Zach very much. Why’d she still have any interactions with him?’
After some thought, Madelyn was sure it must be about Frida introducing some high-ranking official’s daughter to Zach.
Not long ago, Zach attended a banquet. It was reported the next day that the Ventropolis’s mayor introduced his daughter to Zach. Zach even had dinner with her.
Madelyn would not believe that Zach would not be moved by such power. Since that banquet, Madelyn used various methods to not allow him to touch her. She found him repulsive.
Madelyn looked at her mother’s portrait hanging on the wall as all her emotions disappeared. She then sat on the couch in front of the floor-to- ceiling window to look at the scenery outside.
Downstairs, Zach ate the two bowls of pastina himself.
He knew that some things could not be obtained easily. In the past, Zach would do anything just to survive. Now, he was willing to do anything for Madelyn instead.
He not only wanted Madelyn physically, but he also wanted to make her fall deeply in love with him.
Zach had always been a patient person.
He personally cooked a bowl of egg pasta and brought it to the art room. Zach took the paintbrush from Madelyn’s hand and coaxed her as if she were his daughter.
He placed the fork in her hand and said, “Being angry is bad for your health. Eat well. I need to go into the study room for a while. When I come out, I want to see that you’ve finished eating the pasta.”
Although it sounded like a threat, it did not make Madelyn feel threatened.
She smelled the aroma of the egg pasta. It was a sunny-side-up egg and there were some cheese flakes on it. The pasta smelled very good.
Madelyn played with her hair as she took a bite. She could taste that Zach had added lard to the pasta. This taste was something she had never had before.
Zach went to the study and pressed the computer button. There were emails from Kevin. These emails contained photos of what Cecilia had been doing.
Other than that, Zach also utilized the underground information network that Hayson established. This was the only underground organization that Zach had not disbanded yet. However, it only provided some irrelevant information.
Coincidentally, Kevin called, “Mr. Jardin, the matters you instructed have been handled. Everything in the company is running normally lately.”
Zach sat in his chair. He played with the signature pen as he responded, “Okay. From now on, you don’t need to report everything to me. You can make decisions on your own for matters that aren’t of utmost importance. You only come to me if you can’t handle them.”
Kevin replied, “Okay, Mr. Jardin.”
After the call ended, Zach tossed his photo onto the desk without looking at it again. He then walked out of the study.
Now, even Kevin could not figure out what Zach wanted to do.
Jardin Corporation was a huge company, but Zach had stopped managing it. Kevin, who was in the company, was a little weary from handling everything on his own. When Susan saw Kevin massage his temples, she quickly went to the pantry to prepare a cup of hand-ground coffee for him.
Zach noticed the bowl was empty. He walked over to Madelyn and gently rubbed her hair, “You’ve been behaving well lately.”
Madelyn tilted her head focusing on her drawing with a paintbrush, “Your cooking skills are quite good too.”
Zach responded, “If you like it, I can cook for you again next time. If you want to learn, I can teach you…”
Madelyn replied, “Go and do your work, don’t interrupt me. Otherwise, I won’t be able to meet the deadline again.”
Zach had not been back to the company for a very long time. Now, he resembled those rulers from ancient histories who were distracted by charming ladies and neglected their duties in managing their kingdoms.
