The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning by Max Charming Chapter 1158
Kevin seemed to be unsurprised by Cecilia acting borderline obsessive and insane, as if he had expected it all along.
“What a damn eyesore,” Cecilia said, plucking the silver ring off Zach’s ring finger and casually tossing it on the ground.
“That belongs to Mr. Jardin, Cecilia. Don’t you think he’ll punish you after he wakes up?” Kevin asked.
Cecilia said casually, “Madelyn keeps hurting Zach more and more. With his personality, he won’t let Madelyn, that useless bitch, off the hook. Anyway, I’ll allow you to visit Zach since you’ve been working with him for many years, but don’t bring in anyone else.
“I can’t let Madelyn off easily for attempting to kill Zach. Soon, I’ll report it to the police, have her arrested, and make sure she spends the rest of her life in jail. I want her to see how I am with Zach and regret it for the rest of her life!”
Kevin furrowed his brow, “Ms. Samford, I’m afraid this might disappoint you. Mr. Jardin anticipated this earlier. Before the wedding, he had instructed the legal team to ensure that no one was allowed to harm Mrs. Jardin, no matter what happened.”
“What did you say?” Cecilia’s expression suddenly became fierce, and she could not hide the shock in her eyes.
She stood before Kevin and asked, ” Zach anticipated this earlier? How is that even possible? What’s he up to? Tell me! Why!?” Cecilia lost her mind, on the verge of going completely mad!
Kevin lowered his gaze, looking at Cecilia before him, “Ms. Samford, we both know very well what Mr. Jardin intends to do.”
After Kevin left, furious voices echoed in the ward.
‘Honestly, I have no idea what Mr. Jardin was up to. He even gambled with his life.’
It was already 8:30 PM when Kevin returned home and noticed the lights were still on. Upon unlocking the door with his fingerprint, he saw Blake sitting cross-legged on the couch. She was holding a bag of potato chips and laughing joyously while watching a boring variety show. Seeing the snack crumbs scattered on the couch, Kevin frowned.
Blake glanced back at the returning person. “Why are you back so late? The dishes are already cold. Let me heat them up for you.”
Blake brushed off the potato chip crumbs from her clothes and stood up. Holding the dishes, she walked into the kitchen and popped them in the microwave to warm up.
Seeing the once tidy blanket now in disarray with a pillow on the floor, Kevin pinched his brow with a headache. “I’m going to take a shower. Make sure you clean up after eating.”
“What do you mean? Don’t you want to eat? I cooked all this for you myself,” Blake said as Kevin entered the room. He closed the door, removed his jacket, and unbuttoned his shirt. Unexpectedly, the door swung open instantly. Blake was startled at the sight of Kevin covered in scars.
“You…” Some of the scars on Kevin’s body were from knife wounds, densely packed and impossible to count. There were also marks on his back, close to his heart, seemingly from gunshot wounds.
‘Oh my goodness, what has he been through?”
