The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning By Max Charming chapter 494
“I say I’ll always be by your side forever. If you don’t like him, you shouldn’t force yourself.”
Madelyn sat up, “I think I do like him, but it’s just taking me some time to get used to it. I… I don’t know. What about you? Do you like him?”
“It’s your choice. As long as you like him, I will accept him.” “I don’t even know if this is the right thing to do. What about you… did you like Father? How did you get together in the first place?”
In an instant, the figure by the bed didn’t answer and disappeared. The next morning, the first rays of light broke through.
These past few days had been calm, without a single ripple. However, the calmer it was, the harder it was for Madelyn to find peace of mind.
This weekend, Madelyn had hoped to sleep in, but the commotion of a servant knocking at her door disturbed her.
“Miss Jent, it’s time to wake up. Mr. Arnold is waiting for you downstairs.” “Alright,” Madelyn mumbled groggily, then quickly turned over and went back to sleep.
The servant went downstairs. After waiting for more than ten minutes, and with no sign of Madelyn coming down, Ethan glanced at his wristwatch. In the hallway, photographers and designers had all gathered.
A woman in her thirties, dressed professionally, approached. “Miss Jent still hasn’t woken up? Mr. Arnold, should we start without her?”
Ethan slid his legs off the coffee table. ”
Hmm, go ahead.” Seeing Ethan heading upstairs, the photographer hurried to follow. Ethan reached for the doorknob, but it was locked. He raised his hand and knocked on the door. “Madelyn…”
Madelyn covered her ears, groaning,” 11 Ethan… it’s the weekend today. Can’t I sleep for another half-hour?”
Normally, her internal alarm clock went off around eight-thirty, and it was just a little past seven. Madelyn really didn’t want to get up just yet.
“My grandmother is downstairs and wants to see you.” ‘Mrs. Arnold Sr.?!’ With that single word, Madelyn’s brain kicked into high gear, and she instantly woke up.
The next moment, she was barefoot, stepping on the wooden floor as she rushed toward the door. Upon opening the door, she saw a camera outside and immediately shut it. “Wh-What’s going on?”
“A surprise.”
‘A surprise?’ Madelyn felt more shocked than surprised. “Are you going to talk to me with the door closed?” Pausing for a moment, Madelyn slowly opened the door just a crack, revealing her sleepy face. “You can come in, but he can’t.”
The photographer remained silent, while Ethan, with a doting look in his eyes, said, “Alright, we won’t let him in. The cameraman nodded.
After Ethan entered the room, Madelyn closed the door behind him. She ran her fingers through her hair, dressed in loose pajamas with a collar that hung loosely, exposing one shoulder. Her hair was slightly tousled, but the overall appearance gave off a certain charm. “Why are there cameras today? Are we shooting something?”
Ethan gently straightened her hair. “Go freshen up, and you’ll find out when you come downstairs.”
“Okay.” Madelyn, still half-asleep, made her way to the bathroom. Her phone, conveniently placed on the bedside table, started ringing. It displayed an unknown number from Sinagora, instantly giving her a sense of unease.
In front of Ethan, she answered the call, her voice hesitant, “I-Is this Father?”
