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Reborn to my engagement night by Baxter Walters

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Janessa was engulfed by a storm of fury and resentment her emotions a turbulent sea of anger.

| hate this! Why? H’hy did everything turn out this way?

Madelyn had explicitly promised to bring Sebastian the event, yer all that unfolded was Janessa’s public

embarrassment. Mocked by her stepmother and chastised harshly by her father, the stinging imprint of a slap

remained on her cheek-a brutal reminder of her bumiliation and the deep-seated hatred it brewed within her.

Filled to the brim with rage, Janessa harbored thought so dark they frightened even her, but all she could

manage was to bury her face in her pillow, releasing a heart-wrenching scream into its softness.

No, this debacle, it's all Madelyn’s doing! This evening's even were clearly a deliberate ploy by Madelyn to make

a foot of me. Why else would everything change so abruptly when she initially agreed so readily!

These thoughts had her blood boiling, eyes practically dripping with venom.

Madelyn, you despicable wretch! You're doomed to a miserable end! Just wait and see, Madelyn. | will make sure

you end up utterly ruined.

Meanwhile, Madelyn, comfortably seated in the car on her way home, unexpectedly sneezed.

Sebastian, ever attentive, glanced at her with concern. “Caught a cold?” he inquired, his voice tinged with

worry.

“It's all good,” Madelyn replied with a dismissive wave of her hand and a cheerful smile. She was riding high on

the success of her evening's plans.

Janessa was merely attempting to use me, but I've turned the tables on her. She’s probably sobbing into her

blanket right this moment, isn’t she?

This thought alone buoyed her spirits considerably.

Sebastian, seated next to her, sensed that something was amiss. Unable to contain his curiosity, he probed

further, his tone cool, “What's going on?”

Madelyn, unable to suppress her glee, laughed lightly. “It’s nothing, really. You cto pickup, didn’t you?

That's enough to makehappy.”

Liar.

The word flashed through Sebastian's mind, sharp and clear. Yet seeing Madelyn’s radiant happiness, he chose

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not to delve deeper, assuming it was nothing serious.

As they continued their drive, Madelyn suddenly leaned in closer, sniffing the air. “Have you been drinking?” she

queried, a hint of suspicion in her tone.

“Not much, Sebastian responded nonchalantly.

“That's good then.” Madelyn sighed in relief.

Just then, her phone chimed with the arrival of a new message, jarring the quiet of the car. Unlocking her

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and Harrier, Intimately entwined.

What's going on here?” Madelyn demanded, her faceouding over as she thrust the phone toward Sebastian,

Sebastian's brows knit together in confusion as he pulled the car over. He recognized the scene immediately-it

was from earlier when Wesley had drinkenly pushed a tipsy Harriet toward him, and he had instinctively caught

her to prevent a fall, a momen innocently captured but misleading in appearance.

“Who sent this?” he asked, his voice laced with irritation

“Can’t you see? It's an anonymous sender,” Madelyn retorted, her tone edged with frustration.

Anonymous? It seems someone is deliberately stirring trouble

With this realization, Sebastian’s expression darkened further. Madelyn, meanwhile, fixed him with: piercing

gaze, her eyes large and unblinking.

Sebastian was acutely aware that without a proper explanation, this young lady’s imagination might spiral into

overthinking once again. Realizing the delicate nature of the situation, he felt compelled to clarify things

immediately.

“Is that so? All right then.” Madelyn’s response was tepid, her voice tinged with a reluctance that couldn't mask

the underlying dissatisfaction brewing within her

Is she really that desperate? I'd barely left, and Harriet was already all over Sebastian. Is she ssort of fly,

always looking for a gap to weasel her way in? Looks like | can’t let my guard down from now on.

As they continued their drive, the air between them thickened slightly with unspoken words, and Madelyn felt a

profound sense of resignation.

Despite her attempts to let the incident go, a stubborn residue of dissatisfaction clung to her, haunting her

thoughts.

Whenever the image of that compromising photo surfaced in her mind, Madelyn felt a tightening in her chest, as

if a persistent knot had lodged itself there..

Eventually, the pressure bectoo much to bear. Abruptly, she demanded, “Giveyour phone!”

Sebastian, caught off guard, gave her a wary look. “What are you up to?” His voice carried a mix of curiosity and

caution, puzzled by her sudden assertiveness.

Madelyn’s response was firm and unyielding. “Just give it to me, will you?” There was an edge of command in her

voice that didn’t invite further questions.

Reluctantly, Sebastian conceded, pulling out his cellphone. He couldn’t help but feel that he was somehow being

maneuvered into a corner by this unpredictable young woman.

What followed was completely unexpected. As soon as Madelyn had his phone in her hands, she quickly

activated the camera. Then, with no warning whatsoever, she leaned in and planted a swift kiss on Sebastian's

check.

The camera captured this sweet ambush with a click.

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Sebastian, unterly taken alsack by her bold move, couldnly stare in astonishment.

Flatbed

Meanwhile, Madelyn, holding the phone, chuckled softly to herself. With a few deft swipes, the set the captured

image as the wallpaper on Sebastian's phone

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“Okay, mission accomplished!” she exclaimed, a triumphant sparkle in her eyes as she handed the phone back

to him. Her heart swelled with a mix of mischief and satisfaction

As Sebastian took back his phone, he stared at the newreensaver, seemingly captivated by the image.

Madelyn watched his reaction with amusement, her chuckle filling the space between them. “What's wrong? You

don’t like it? If you're not pleased, | can always change it back.

Before he could respond, she made a playful move to satch the phone back.

However, Sebastian quickly tucked the phone safely into his pocket. His face remained impassive as he firmly

stated, “I don’t like changing wallpapers. From now on, it stays this one.”

In that instant, Madelyn felt her heart soar, a wave of sweetness overwhelming her senses.

Yet, beneath her romantic maneuver was a calculated intention-she hoped that by setting this wallpaper.

Sebastian would see her face every day, a constant reminder that would hopefully keep his thoughts away from

Harriet.

As she basked in the success of her plan, Madelyn couldn't help but marvel at her own ingenuity. “Ah, how could

there possibly be another girl as beautiful, considerate, and clever asin this world?” she mused aloud,

touching her cheek in a mock gesture of vanity.

This silly girl...

Sebastian glanced at her, and for a moment, a rare smile appeared on his usually stoic face, clearly amused by

her antics

Soon, they

arrived at the Thornton residence. After dropping Madelyn off, they exchanged farewells.

“Be careful on your way home, and remember to rest well when you get there. Don’t stay up late, no matter how

much work you have. It can wait until tomorrow, got it? Oh, and once | finish class tomorrow, I'll cfind you

for dinner,” she reminded him sweetly

Sebastian nodded in agreement, his eyes lingering on Madelyn as she ascended the stairs. Only when her

charming figure had completely disappeared from view did he turn to leave.

Before getting into his car, Sebastian pulled out his phone once more, his gaze falling on the photo of Madelyn

pouting adorably, her face resembling a playful piglet

A smirk of satisfaction played across his lips. Tucking the phone back into his pocket, he felt a sense of

contentment as he returned to his car and drove home.

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