The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning by Max Charming Chapter 870
When Zach came back, he looked down the hallway and noticed that the light was on in the art room.
As soon as he pushed open the door to the art room, he saw Madelyn, who had long hair. She was wearing a scarf, sitting with a paintbrush in her hand working on a canvas with an easel. She knew Zach had come back when she heard the room door open. However, she did not turn to look at him and continued with her work.
Zach draped a black suit jacket over Madelyn’s shoulders. She stopped painting. Zach then kneeled down in front of her, “Why are you still up so late?”
He had been out enjoying himself and had just returned after a long time. When Madelyn heard his voice now, she felt both unfamiliar and yet familiar.
She casually responded without looking at him, “I woke up and didn’t know what to do, so I decided to finish up my work.”
Zach looked at her painting. It was a forest scene after a rain, with raindrops still clinging to the leaves, creating an enchantingly misty scenery.
Zach did not understand art much, but even he could tell from her brushwork that she was quite skilled.
He asked, “What are you painting?”
Madelyn expressionlessly answered, “Savanna Forest. The new game my colleague designed needs a background, and the deadline is in three days.”
When Zach heard the name, his eyes instantly darkened and exuded a cold vibe.
The alcohol scent on him quickly dissipated in the air. Other than the alcohol scent on the jacket, it also had a sharp perfume scent.
Madelyn took off the jacket and handed it back to him, “Go take a bath and get some rest. Mya is in Dal’s room, don’t disturb her.”
Zach stood up and suddenly grabbed her wrist. Madelyn lost her grip on the paintbrush and caused it to fall to the ground. She said, “What are you doing?!” She lowered her voice as she remembered the people sleeping in the next room.
Her hand was held in mid-air. Zach’s grip was so strong that it left a red mark on her hand. Madelyn looked at it and frowned.
Zach’s gloomy eyes were filled with emotion as he stared at her. The calmer he appeared, the more intense he was feeling.
He did not speak, so Madelyn had no idea what had made him angry.
It might have been the effects of alcohol, but she had sensed something was not right from the moment he entered the room. However, she had not been able put her finger on it.
Madelyn thought, ‘I still can’t forget him even now.”
Zach suddenly held her head and lowered his head to passionately kiss her. Her mouth was filled with his saliva that carried the bitter taste of alcohol and the taste of tobacco.
She put her hands on his chest and murmured, “Hmm… Let go… Please let go…
She could not break free, so Madelyn slowly gave up struggling. It felt like he was punishing her as he bit her lip, causing her to emit a soft moan.
She tasted a faint taste of blood in her mouth. She struggled to suppress the nauseating taste. She still could not push him away.
After some time, Zach pressed Madelyn, whose body went limp, against the floor-to-ceiling window. She rested her hands on the window. She thought he would take his next move, but he still did not do it after a long time.
“If you want to do it, do it quickly. Don’t disturb them, Madelyn’s tone was devoid of emotion as if doing this with him was a routine, allowing him to complete what he wanted to do.
In the mirror, Madelyn’s hair was disheveled in the midst of passion. The scarf that had been draped over her had fallen to the ground. There were still traces of blood on the wound on her lip, which looked seductive. However, she looked uninterested. Her eyes were lifeless, and she was not looking at him. The sexual act seemed like torture for her, and she was reluctant.
Zach was hurt when he saw her calm gaze.
Madelyn stopped her rapid breathing. He did not do any rough action. Zach, who was behind her, pulled up the slipped straps of her nightgown from her shoulder before tenderly hugging her.
He rested his chin on her shoulder. Madelyn looked at him through the mirror and noticed the weariness in his eyes. He said, “Wait for a little longer. I’ll be done soon.”
Madelyn’s long hair hung over her other shoulder. She could feel his warmth. However, her eyes were empty as she looked at the night outside covered in lingering snow. She responded, “Can you let me go now? Zach Jardin, the smell on you is making me want to puke!”
