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The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

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Chapter 907

“Thanks a lot. I’m happy to visit today,” Lana said with a smile.

Madelyn stood at the third-floor window and saw Kai’s car pull away. She squinted at the pregnant lady beside him,

trying to remember where she had seen her before. ‘Wow, Kai’s been really secretive. He got married and is

having a baby,’ Madelyn thought. ‘He looked like he genuinely cared for her at dinner. It’s unbelievable. Kai and

Zach made sure I’d never become a mom. And now, Kai thinks a simple “sorry” makes everything okay? No way.

Guys like him deserve to be alone, just like Zach probably will be.’

Zach crept up from behind and wrapped his arms around her. “You seem better. Maybe it’s time to pay back what’s

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due?” he murmured.

“Do I owe you something? You’ve got it all wrong, Zach. I’m not the one in debt here,” she snapped

back.

Zach pondered her sudden anger. He had not made out with her in ages. ‘If this keeps up, I might as well take a

vow of celibacy,’ he mused.

As she left the bedroom, Zach was about to go after her, but his ringtone cut through the silence. He watched her

fade away as he picked up the phone and strode into his study. “Speak up,” he

said with an icy tone.

The caller stumbled over his words, “Um, M-Mr. Jardin, I followed your instructions and sent the piece to the media.

It’ll be in the newspapers within the hour.”

“Put Kevin on the line,” Zach said.

Kevin’s voice came through, “Mr. Jardin.”

“Tell the PR team to prepare for a press briefing in two hours,” Zach said.

“Will do.”

Zach ended the call and changed into a clean shirt and pants. He found his expensive watch in a little drawer at

Madelyn’s dressing table and snapped it onto his wrist. Then, he went to the studio. where Madelyn was busy with

her draft. “I’m off to the office and will return shortly,” he said.

Madelyn barely glanced at him, “Yeah, do whatever you like.”

Zach did not want her to sit there stewing in her thoughts. Squatting next to her to catch her eyes,

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be delicious.”

Madelyn gripped her paintbrush and swirled it in the blue paint before facing Zach, “I’ve outgrown those things,

Zach. Go ahead and leave if that’s what you want. Just let me be, alright?”

Zach’s smile was slight and restrained as he rose to his feet. “Remember to rest. And if you feel sick, call me.” He

reminded her softly. He wondered when he last heard from her; it had to be at least four years, maybe five.

Leaving the house, Zach made his way to Jardin Corporation. About forty minutes later, standing outside the

company, Kevin informed him, “The reporters are all here.”

“Got it,” Zach acknowledged with a brief nod.

With a push, Kevin swung open the conference room door.