I Became His Sweetheart

Chapter 472 President Morgan’s Aesthetics

“Come and check up on me a few more times,” Jeffrey said, still trying his luck.

“Is your condition that severe?” Melanie said as she glanced at him.

“Don’t you know best whether my condition is severe or not?” Jeffrey said in half-seriousness. Melanie rolled her eyes. The only thing she knew was that he was strong enough to have to curb his strength in order not to hurt her!

“Again, let’s not see each other so often before my mom recovers,” Melanie reminded him ruthlessly. Jeffrey's eyes dimmed. She still didn’t trust him.

However, the situation was tricky and precarious right now. He could understand why she was so jumpy and cautious.

He finally agreed to it. “I'll see you at the Yorks‘ banquet, then.”

Melanie acknowledged his statement in silence before turning to leave with Professor Turner. However, that night, William reported to Jeffrey, “President, we didn’t receive an invitation for the birthday banquet...”

Jeffrey's eyes flashed.

How could that be? The Yorks had always been eager to get into the Morgans‘ good books...This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“| asked around. | found out that apparently Yelena York doesn’t want a huge turnabout, which is why they only invited family members for the birthday banquet this year,” William explained.” President, our men can only guard the perimeter of the York estate’s yard. Our spies stationed inside can only do so much. I’m afraid they won’t be able to ensure Mrs. Morgan’s safety...”

Jeffrey's eyes narrowed as he instructed, “Cancel all my appointments that night. I’m going to the banquet, no matter what it takes.” “Are you going to just crash the event?” William asked in surprise.

Although the Yorks had been trying to push for an alliance with the Morgans, it was still inappropriate for Jeffrey to barge into their private banquet.

Jeffrey didn’t say anything further to that, and instead asked, “Have you selected a gown?” “Yes, | have. I’m preparing to have it delivered to Mrs. Morgan. Do you want to see it for yourself?” +15 BOHOS Jeffrey nodded. How could he not see it first? Right now, he had to ask about every single detail concerning her!

Very soon, William pushed in an entire rack of gowns. Jeffrey wasn’t familiar with women’s gowns, but he could tell that the gowns all had pooly hems that could hide Melanie's pregnant belly, which was exactly what he had asked for.

Bui—

He stared at the many high heels with heels narrower than his fingers’ width, and his brows knitted tightly together. “Who can guarantee these thin heels won't break hallway?”

“Umm—’ William hurriedly explained himself, “I’ve already reached out to the brand manager and asked them to choose low heels instead. They said these high heels match Mrs. Morgan’s gown best.”

“Is having a matching outfit more important than her safety?!” Jeffrey chided with furrowed. brows. “Tell the brand manager to change them all!”

Half an hour later, the brand manager himself pushed in an entire rack of high heels, with heels three centimeters in height. Jeffrey circled around the rack again and again, his brows still tightly- knit—

“Are there no heels that are lower than what you have? She’s already tall enough, why does she need to wear such high heels?!”

“President Morgan William reported in a low voice. “I found out that pregnant ladies aren’t exactly restricted from wearing high heels, especially those with heels that measure around three

centimeters in height. They are designed ergonomically, and pregnant ladies won't get tired so easily when wearing them.”

“They might not tire so easily when wearing them for a while, but try wearing them for three to four hours and see!” Jeffrey barked furiously.

William immediately shut up. Although Jeffrey was still upset, he had no choice but to choose a pair of heels that looked the

most stable.

“This shall be it!”

Two hours later, Melanie looked wide-eyed in shock at the gowns and the shoes delivered to the base. She went silent for three full seconds.

+15 BONOS

Annie was confused, too. “What’s going on? Are these high heels from that major international brand? Did President Morgan make a mistake?”

Melanie looked at the heels, which seemed very comfortable, and pursed her lips. “Make no mistake, this is his idea. Forget it. I'll wear my own shoes.”

She decided to wear a pair of heels from her collection that she brought. Although the style didn’t quite match the gown, at the very least it didn’t stick out like a sore thumb- unlike shoes that are better worn to the wet market for grocery shopping.

The next evening, Melanie donned on a pair of black heels and a high—-waisted flowing skirt. She got off the car right before the entrance of the York estate.

To her surprise, Yelena’s birthday banquet was in fact an outdoor party...

With the sun shining down on them and the wind blowing past along with many other uncontrollable factors, the task of hiding her pregnancy suddenly became much more challenging

while outdoors-