The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 905
Lana took a sip and said, “This is actually quite good. I’ll ask the maid later how it’s made so we
could try it at home.”
Kai agreed, “Sure.”
Half an hour later, Madelyn woke up in a foul mood, not feeling her best. While arguing with Zach, she got so annoyed that she
ended up throwing a pillow at him, which hit his face. This happened just as Kai and Lana came out from Zach’s study and
entered Madelyn’s room.
Kai said, “Seems like Madelyn’s feeling better now.”
Madelyn’s relationship with Kai was cold; she maintained her usual distance from him. Seeing an unfamiliar pregnant woman at
Kai’s side, Madelyn offered him a nod of acknowledgment. Zach spent the day picking up pillows, a task that had become routine
whenever Madelyn lost her temper. Kai and Lana, acknowledging the situation but choosing not to engage, intertwined their
hands and left the room together.
Zach handed Madelyn a cup of water and said, “Take your medicine before leaving the bed; you’re ill. If you’re worried about
work, remember that Jardin Corporation has many capable hands.
Anyone could step in for you.”
Madelyn replied, “So you say. I’ll get up after the medicine, then.”
“Really, I mean it.”
Madelyn quickly grabbed the medicine from Zach’s hand, gulped it down, and then finished her water in one swift motion.
Knowing her well, Zach had preemptively prepared fuzzy socks for her feet. As he layered her in warm clothing, he softly said,
“Getting sick even while at home, how
should I handle you?”
“I’ll overheat,” said Madelyn.
“You need to listen, or you’re staying put,” Zach replied.

Madelyn fixed a stern look on him, “Tyrant. Dictator. Jerk.”
Zach responded with a slight chuckle, “Which tyrant would care to put socks on you and make sure you’re dressed comfortably?
You’re not giving any credit where it’s due.”
Madelyn wore a cream-colored knit cap that covered her increasingly long hair. Zach, preferring
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Outside, in the Jent residence’s expansive garden, Kai asked a maid to fetch a warm shawl for
Lana. Wrapped up, they ambled through the yard, their fingers entwined.
Lana looked up at Kai, “Will you leave tomorrow?”
Kai squeezed her hand reassuringly, “I’m not leaving. The experiment’s done, and I’m awaiting the details of the next project.
Besides, I want to spend the New Year with you here. It wouldn’t sit right with me to leave you on your own.”
“Good. You’ll be able to spend more time with me at home now,” Lana said. After a pause, she called out softly, “Kai?”
“Yes?”
“How did we first meet? And why did we decide to get married? I’m struggling to remember these things.” She sighed, “All I recall
is waking up to find you next to me. Was there an accident that I
can’t remember?”
Furthermore, Lana was haunted by recurring dreams of a man dressed in white. His face, always out of focus, eluded her grasp
in the dream world. She would reach out, but he would always slip away. This left her in a wakeful state, her heart aching with a
mysterious pain that refused to fade
with the morning light.