The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning By Max Charming chapter 312
“Zach Jardin! How can you say that without feeling ashamed?”
“Be good.” After spending more than an hour in the bathroom, Madelyn’s pent-up tension finally went away. She felt completely tired. Zach helped her out of the bathtub, wrapped her in a towel, and dried her hair. She fell onto the pillow, snuggling naturally into the center of the bed.
In the middle of the night, a wave of heat washed over her. She wanted to kick off the covers, but it felt like she was next to a blazing furnace. Too drained to do anything, she thought, ‘ Whatever.’
As morning light peeked through the curtains, Madelyn was stirred by a rustling noise. She pulled her blanket tighter around her and drifted back to sleep. After getting dressed, Zach glanced back at the bundled-up Madelyn under the covers and smiled.
Forrest’s flight from Roshya to Ventropolis touched down at eight o’clock in the morning. An hour later, he was at the hospital’s main entrance, buying a bouquet of lilies. Making his way to the in-patient area on the fifteenth floor, a nurse greeted him. ” Hello, Mr. Arnold.”
“Has she woken up?” “Not yet. She only fell asleep around four this morning.” Forrest nodded. “Thanks. You can go.”
“Sure thing, Mr. Arnold.” With her asthma acting up from the recent cold snap, Sylvia got sick pretty quickly. When Forrest heard about it, he hurried back.
Forrest walked into the hospital room and found Sylvia fast asleep. He settled down on the couch, passing time by playing on his phone. Eventually, he drifted off into a nap. After what felt like a long time, he sensed movement nearby. Stirring and sitting up, he saw Sylvia’s pale face.
“When did you wake up?” Forrest asked. With her hair flowing around her and wrapped in a shawl, Sylvia had a kind of regal appearance. She moved closer to him, placing a fallen blanket over his legs. “Not too long ago. worried you with I’m sorry I my flare-ups. I didn’t mean for you to rush back here like that.”
Forrest shrugged. “I was finished with work anyway, so we can spend time together. Are you hungry? I can make something for you.”
Sylvia shook her head. “I looked at those photos you took. They’re really impressive. Did she like them?” “Yeah,” Forrest grinned, “she absolutely loved them.”
“That’s good.” Sylvia gazed at him affectionately, running her fingers through his hair. “You’ve grown up so much and become quite handsome. And you even have a girl you like. Remember to tell her how you feel. If you don’t, she’ll never know. You’ll be graduating next year, right? Don’t wait too long, or you might miss your chance. You’d regret it.”
Picking up an apple, Forrest started peeling it. “I’ll wait a bit. Bringing it up now might distract her from school. Plus, she’s not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed.” He tapped his head, mischief twinkling in his eyes every time he mentioned her.
“Have you visited Ethan recently?”
