Melinda President Fox’s Love

Chapter 77

Chapter 77 The Pain of Unrequited Love

There was a gentle smile on Monica’s face. “Rest earlier, then. Good night” With that, she ended the call of her own accord

Stanley was lost in thought for a moment. Because his mother had urged him to get married, he felt like there was a huge wall between him and Monica.

Once upon a time, they could confide in each other like friends, and they would often hang out together.

Other than Melinda, Monica was the only woman everyone knew of allowed to get close to him.

So, everyone thought that they were a couple. However, he knew very well that love never existed between

them.

As Stanley gazed at the night sky outside the window, he wondered what Melinda was doing in Sunnyvale, which wasn’t too far away.

Throughout the entire day, he kept thinking of her without meaning to.

Nights in Sunnyvale were always bustling.

Under the selflessly spilling moonlight, the village was coated with a silver sheen as frogs croaked in the fields.

This is my signature dish, the egg-tomato pasta. Try it. Melinda came out from the kitchen with a plate. of pasta. She wore an apron, and she looked like a beautiful little cook.

Mervin stood beside the dining table, smiling as he gazed at her. “I shall dig in, then.”

Jaxon passed a fork to him. “Here, Mr. Mervin.”

“How old are you?” Mervin asked him.

Jaxon blurted out, “20”

“Then you were right to call me Mister.” Mervin nodded, then took the fork and sat on the wooden chair. “Wow, this pasta smells good. Thank you!”

Melinda was surprised that he would thank her.

“You’re welcome.” She turned around happily, going back into the kitchen to prepare another serving for Jaxon.

“Master, I’ll do it myself!” Jaxon followed her like an obedient little child. He was elated at the fact that Melinda would be staying here for a while.

Mervin felt that Jaxon was like a child who kept blabbering about his master as he followed Melinda with childlike admiration.novelxo.com fast update

However, Melinda’s affection for Jaxon wasn’t the romantic kind. Mervin could see that.

“Can I stay here for the night?”

When Melinda came out, Mervin tried asking her.

Melinda was stunned for a moment. As their gazes met, she asked, “Where’s your partner?”

He smiled and replied, “Gone.”

Melinda was speechless.

Mervin lowered his head to eat the pasta. “The scenery in the village is quite nice. It’s too stressful elsewhere, so I want to rest here for a few days.”

“Sure” After thinking about it, Melinda readily agreed. “You can share a room with Jaxon, or you can stay in a private room.”

“Ill go for the private room, then. I don’t like noise.”

“Oh, all right.”

Jaxon couldn’t understand why Mervin wanted to stay behind.

Mervin was no more than an acquaintance, and he was a man. It wasn’t appropriate for him to stay with. Melinda at all.

Even though Jaxon didn’t like Stanley, he was worried that Melinda might get herself into trouble. If Stanley learned that Melinda let another man stay in her house, he might go berserk.

After finishing the pasta. Jaxon was forced to prepare Mervin’s bedroom. He was deeply upset about it.

Because he felt that Mervin had ulterior motives.

“Tll wash the dishes.”

Melinda was startled. She had just filled the warm water when she saw him getting to work. He used to be rebellious, so what happened to him?

“I just feel that I shouldn’t leech off you, so I should do whatever I can in return.” He shrugged. “Simple as.

that.”

“Sure, go ahead.” Melinda didn’t stop him either.

She let him stay because Stanley minded him.

Also, Mervin treated Stanley like his mortal enemy, so Melinda wanted to help relieve the tension between them.

However, she never once considered Mervin’s reasons for staying back.

In the master bedroom of Emerald Harbor, Stanley sat on a couch in front of the window. He was wearing

a thin jacket and he intently looked through every single design, judging them as he went.

Sometimes, when he caught sight of certain drafts, his dark eyes would have a deep look in them. He would put a hand under his chin and frown. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Sometimes, he would ponder for a long while…

Sometimes, he would make a casual remark on one design, then flip to the next design.-

That night, Monica couldn’t sleep either.

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That night the drank alcohol, and her heart ached as if it were torn apart.

7 years ago, if there hadn’t been any accidents, she would have been the one to bear his child…

Monica refused to give in. After all, her life’s motto was to Never give up!