The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning by Max Charming Chapter 636
After finishing the line drawing, Madelyn photographed it and sent it to the client for confirmation. Taking advantage of the break, she massaged her shoulders and went to the water cooler for a drink.
She checked her phone. It was almost seven in the evening. She saw many messages from Zach. She wondered how he got her number. She turned her phone off.
Soon, the client emailed her back. They liked her drawing. Madelyn was about to color it when someone bumped into her. She looked up. Jane said, “Watch where you’re going.”
Madelyn said, “Sorry.”
By eight-thirty, the studio was empty except for her. At ten-thirty, she dozed off. Suddenly, she felt someone picking her up. Waking up, she saw Zach. She was startled. “What are you doing? Put me down!”
“Planning to sleep here if I hadn’t shown up?” Zach glanced at her. “I’m not done with my work,” Madelyn replied.
“You can finish it tomorrow. Let’s head back for the night.”
“Just let me get my stuff.”
Zach put her down. Madelyn went back to her desk and saw Jane. She hesitated a bit. Zach called out, “Do you have a lot to pack?”
Madelyn grabbed her half-done painting. “I’ll finish this at home.” They went downstairs and into the car. When Zach tried to help her with the seatbelt, she said, “I got it, thanks.”
Soon, they arrived at the hotel. Walking into the busy lobby, Madelyn tried to keep pace behind Zach. Without warning, he reached back, capturing her hand.
“I can walk on my own,” she insisted, but his grip was firm. People turned their eyes toward them, many seeing a picture-perfect couple. While holding hands was typical, Madelyn couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable. Zach looked at her. “Or you want me to carry you?”
“I don’t want either of them. Let go of me.”
A hint of irritation showed in Zach’s eyes. “You still don’t get it, do you?” Pulling her closer, he steered her toward the elevator. In a swift move, before the elevator doors slid shut, he leaned in and kissed her. He pressed the button for the eightieth floor, even though their room was on the eighty-eighth.
