The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning by Max Charming Chapter 723
Zach crouched down, holding Madelyn’s chin, and inquired, “And what if it happens again?”
Madelyn’s eyes, red and swollen from tears, seemed to beg for something else. “You can do whatever you want with me, Zach. Just don’t hurt them.’
Zach’s gaze was indifferent. He asked, ‘ Madelyn, what should you call me?” Swallowing hard, Madelyn’s hoarse voice emerged, “Hubby…”
Zach leaned in to kiss away the tears on Madelyn’s eyelids, his voice softening.” There won’t be a third time, understand?”
Nodding, Madelyn watched as Zach signaled his bodyguard to hand over their baby. Assured that the baby was unharmed, she finally relaxed. In one swift motion, Zach scooped her and their baby into his arms.
Sneering at Ethan, he commanded, ” Lock him in the basement. If anyone comes looking, turn them away. Get a doctor to make sure he stays alive.”
“As you wish, sir.”
Primarily, Zach’s mission was to reel in Madelyn. Once they were in his room, he laid her on the bed. With tenderness, he claimed her with overwhelming passion, physically. Madelyn clung to the bedsheets, stifling her moans.
Time passed in a blur until their baby, fatigued from crying, fell asleep beside her. When Zach finally stopped, Madelyn sat up, her face numb and eyes listless. Without a word, she walked into the bathroom to cleanse herself, visibly shaken by her own emotions.
“Why would he do that?” Madelyn thought, staring blankly at the tub’s porcelain surface. “If I’d never met him, none of this would’ve happened.”
The bathroom door swung open. Madelyn instinctively tightened her grip around herself as Zach entered, catching her eye only briefly before looking away.
Stripping, Zach joined Madelyn in the tub. Yet even as they became one again, the atmosphere had shifted, becoming fraught with tension.
“Make some noise,” he said, nibbling on her earlobe, his own breaths ragged. “You’re better than this.”
Madelyn’s response was a faint cry, which acted like a catalyst for Zach. For another hour, their tangled relationship played out in that small, steamy space. Finally, Madelyn leaned against the frosted wall, exhausted and gasping for air.
Outside, a silhouette was visible, clearly highlighting a woman’s sensual physique. Catching sight of the outstretched hand in her peripheral vision, Madelyn instinctively recoiled and said, “I-I can get up myself.”
Watching her from across the room, Zach sensed that something was off. He wondered if he had been too hard on her earlier. Her behavior was different from usual-she was afraid, petrified even as if he was some predator looming over her.
Physically trembling, Madelyn slowly stood up, ignoring the sharp pain that lingered between her thighs. As she began to cleanse herself, Zach stopped her abruptly.
“Don’t wash it away. Keep it,” said Zach. Although Madelyn had used hot water, the moment Zach touched her, all she felt was cold.
Her voice was soft and distant as she continued, “If I don’t, I could get an infection. I can’t have a baby anymore, even if we wanted to…”
The room grew tense, their eyes locking in a stalemate, as the weight of Madelyn’s words sank in.
