The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning By Max Charming chapter 111
Jasmine nodded, “Uh-huh.” Hayson caressed her smooth legs, lost in thought, “Leave Zach be! Most of the company is in his hands already, so it’s fine for me to come out and relax. Why the sudden concern about him, anyway? What are you scheming?”
Hayson was of a suspicious nature. In order to calm him, Jasmine pouted, “I was just telling you that he’s here! Just in case you try to blame me for not telling you. Ugh, you’re always suspecting everything…”
Hayson relaxed a little and kissed her on the neck, hugging her. “Alright, don’t get upset. I’ll bring you shopping tomorrow. You can buy whatever you want,’ “Oh my, what are the two of them whispering about? What can’t we listen to?”
“What else could it be? Definitely some pillow talk.” “Hey, girl. Buy some supplements for the old man sometime.” This well-intentioned comment was usually said as a joke, but Hayson understood the implied meaning.
The wound on Madelyn’s abdomen had already scabbed over, though it itched from time to time. The worst thing was that she could not scratch it. The doctor informed her that it would leave a scar, but she did not mind.
After Madelyn was able to get out of bed, she dismissed Mrs. Zamora home. She did not need anyone to take care of her. Other than the last time Zach came to visit her, no one ever paid her a visit. Her existence was insignificant to them. Only Rosario would come without miss at night, knowing Madelyn was not used to outside meals and brought homemade ones.
Madelyn stayed at the hospital to recuperate from her injuries. But as time passes, she lost a few pounds.
Hearing a knock on the door, Madelyn shifted her attention from her book and looked toward the door while resting on the balcony. She did not move and called, “Come in.”
A bodyguard in black pushed the door open, holding a pink insulated container. “Miss Jent, your meal is ready.”
Madelyn had a faint smile as she stood up from her chair. “Leave it for now. I’ll eat later.” “Mr. Arnold knew you would say that and instructed me to watch you finish before leaving ‘Why, Ethan…’ Madelyn thought.
“I’m not that hungry, can I put it aside for now?”
Madelyn no longer had any control over her life, with her choice to make decisions being taken away, even with food. However, she was still rebellious at heart and felt the urge to resist whenever told to do something.
The bodyguard replied, “There are walnut cakes and the carne frita made by Mr. Arnold. I’m afraid it might affect the taste if it’s left for too long.”
‘He made it himself?’ Madelyn was shocked. She had never eaten a hand-made meal by anyone other than Rosaria, not even by Zach since he never cooked anyway.
