The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 244

Madelyn spoke without holding back, unsure of how many ears were listening.

While she didn’t fully grasp what Forrest had experienced, she knew she must stand firmly by

his side in this moment.

Forrest had risked his life to save her. If he could selflessly protect her, why couldn’t she find the strength to stand up for him? Especially now, when Yvonne had unfairly struck him, causing doubt to cloud his usually confident demeanor.

With her books in hand, Madelyn exited the library alongside Forrest.

Yvonne shouted, “Wait!”

But their steps remained steadfast forward.

“Happy?” Zach’s tone turned frosty, catching Yvonne off guard.

His cold gaze bore into her, sending shivers down her spine. The once-warm library seemed to chill as Yvonne felt an icy atmosphere envelop her. It was a terrifying presence she had never encountered before.

“Wh-What do you mean?” She stammered.

Zach said nothing and walked away, his pace swift.

Yvonne had to hurry to keep up.

When he got into the car, Yvonne quickly took the passenger seat, fearing he might depart

without her.

She fastened her seatbelt, but Zach didn’t start the car. He seemed lost in thought.

Yvonne said, “I was trying to help, and yet you didn’t bring her back. Why take your anger out on me?” Her voice trembled slightly, a rare tone and manner of speaking for her. She could not keep her composure when she was around Zach. Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Zach… are the things Madelyn said just now true?” Her voice barely rose above a whisper, her eyes involuntarily meeting his gaze.

“Curious?” He locked his eyes with her.

Yvonne’s heart raced, his voice pulling her in.

Shaking her head, she murmured, “I don’t need to know. Your family matters aren’t mine to bear. It’s late. Please, let’s head home quickly. I can hardly keep my eyes open.”

Yvonne stifled a yawn. There was a subtle shift in her expression.

Back at the apartment, Madelyn’s eyes fell on the red mark from Forrest’s slap. Lacking any

medical supplies, she handed him an ice pack to soothe his face.

“Just give me a heads-up when you’re done,” she remarked.

Having neatly arranged the dining table, grabbed her backpack, and laid out her textbooks, Madelyn realized there was still some time left. This meant she could continue her revision.

Forrest got up and walked over. “You really love studying,” he commented, pulling out a chair and settling beside her. “Don’t worry about me. I’m not that fragile.”

Madelyn gazed at his cheerful expression, a blend of emotions swirling within her. She thought, ‘He can still manage to smile like that after everything that happened.’

Choosing not to delve further into the recent incident, Madelyn inquired, “Where were we?”

“The math problems,” he reminded her.

Madelyn took out the exam paper and started explaining the questions while also writing down the solution step-by-step. She tried to be as detailed as possible.

In truth, Forrest was actually quite smart; he simply didn’t often apply himself. By the time another question was raised, Forrest independently solved it, marking a sign of progress. Her efforts hadn’t been futile. Gradually, the earlier turmoil faded from their thoughts as they became fully absorbed in their studies.

As Madelyn peeked at the clock, midnight was fast approaching.

“Let’s wrap it up for tonight,” she gently closed her notebook.

When she raised her head again, Forrest had already moved to the sofa, laying out a bedsheet. Madelyn contemplated saying something but chose to keep her words to herself.

She mused, ‘Well, I guess he can spend another night here.’