The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning By Max Charming chapter 191
Madelyn supported the bed with her hands, sat up quickly, and leaned backward. “W-Why are you here? Where’s Margaret?”
Zach noticed the hate and fear in her eyes. “Madelyn, do you hate seeing me that much?” he asked.
Madelyn clutched the quilt nervously. She avoided looking at him and said coldly, “You don’t have to pretend. Even if you didn’t come here, Hayson won’t punish you. Having Margaret here is enough.”
However, Zach did not take her words to heart. He stood up and opened the thermos he
brought from home, “Rosario made you some ginger tea with a boiled egg in it. It’s still warm.
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“I don’t want to drink it. Just go home!” Madelyn said in a cold tone.
Zach ignored Madelyn and filled a bowl for her. He held a spoon and brought it to her lips. His gaze was assertive, leaving no room for refusal.
Smack!
Clang!
The bowl fell directly to the ground. It rolled a few times before coming to a stop on a side. Madelyn looked at him amusedly and mocked, “There’s no one else here. You don’t need to put on a show for me.”
Unexpectedly, Zach was not angry. Instead, he took a white silk handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the soup off himself. “Are you getting a bad temper?”
Perhaps because of her menstrual cycle, Madelyn felt angry whenever she saw Zach. She closed her eyes and suppressed her emotions. “So, what do you want from me? Do you expect me to just smile and call you ‘brother’ after you’ve tortured, drugged, and even tried to kill me? Just looking at you makes me repulsed!”
Zach threw away the silk handkerchief in his hand and leaned forward. His cold and piercing eyes met hers at eye level. He spoke in a low and sinister voice like a demon’s whisper, “Now, you’d better keep your temper down while I still have some patience left for you. Whether you hate me or find me repulsive, keep it to yourself.”
He then reached out and gently tucked the stray hair behind her ear. “Madelyn, why have you still not learned after all this time? Children who like to cry and make a fuss are the ones who don’t get candy. Behave yourself, and maybe I can make your life more comfortable.”
Madelyn pushed his hand away. Her gaze shattered with a poignant beauty. “So, should I bow down to you and thank you for your forgiveness? I don’t need it. Zach, It was my fault for
provoking you before. Now, I beg you, please stay away from me, and please stop doing all this.
Zach felt a surge of frustration building up inside him upon seeing the cold and disdainful look in her eyes. “I’m giving you a chance to take back your words.”
Noticing the fleeting glimpse of killing intent on his face, Madelyn removed the needle from her hand and got out of bed.
Zach frowned and grabbed her hand, “Where are you going?”
Madelyn stood still, and she looked away. “I’m sorry.” Her voice quivered slightly, “I take back what I said just now. I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have said that to you. I shouldn’t have made you waste your time coming to see me at such a late hour. It’s all my fault. Are you satisfied now?”
Madelyn shook off his hand, walked to the door, and then stopped. “Zach, stop pretending. If you’re going to be a horrible person, just do that. Stop pretending to be nice while doing things that hurt me! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
