Melinda President Fox’s Love

Chapter 155 She Won’t Leave
Melinda met her gaze bravely and declared, “I won’t leave. I’ll explain tomorrow. Take care of yourself.” With that, she turned
around and left.
“Stop right there!” Jennifer clenched her fists in anger, but Stephanie intervened, saying, “Madam, please calm down. If you harm
her, Mr. Fox will hold you accountable. He’ll be back in a couple of days!” Jennifer regained her composure after hearing these
words. As Melinda walked up the stairs, she could taste the metallic tang of blood in her mouth, and her left cheek throbbed with
numbing pain.
As soon as she entered the bedroom, she locked the door behind her and leaned against it before taking a deep breath. She
caught her reflection in the bathroom mirror and noticed her swollen and crimson left check, with traces of blood still lingering at
the corner of her mouth. It was the most embarrassing thing she had experienced.
After filling the bathtub with water, steam soon filled the bathroom, which blurred her vision. As Melinda sank her weary body into
the warm water, she leaned back and inhaled deeply with her eyes closed. Suddenly, she recalled her conversation with Stanley
before he left.
Then, you
should go... You don’t have to report your work matters to me.
This isn’t reporting; it’s something a husband must explain to his wife before he leaves. It’s about being accountable for
everything,
I want to ask you a question. Have you fallen in love with me?
I’ll give you an answer when you come back.
I hope that when I come back in a few days, I will see a noticeable improvement in Mom’s skin.
I will do my best!
She had promised to provide him with an answer upon his return and to ennovelxo.com fast updatesure that there was an
improvement in his mother’s skin condition. Perhaps these few words from Stanley had bestowed her with strength. Melinda

gathered her thoughts and reminded herself that there was still research to be done. However, the pain in her cheek served as a
reminder that Jennifer was an irrational woman.
The kind-hearted Melinda couldn’t fathom how someone could harbor such darkness within and utter such venomous words.
After bathing, she dressed and dried her hair. The disheveled locks served as a veil that concealed the swollen part of her face.
For the sake of Stanley, she had to seize this opportunity to heal the wounds on his mother’s body. The longer it took, the more
challenging the recovery would become. Meanwhile, Stephanie soothed Jennifer, who was downstairs, and advised her to refrain
from anger as her well-being was crucial.
When Stephanie passed by the medical room door, she noticed Melinda was engrossed in work. Hadn’t she rested yet? It was
already around 11.00PM, and she was still there. At midnight, Stephanie woke up from her slumber and again approached the
medical room door, only to find it empty.
She then pondered for a moment and silently descended the stairs...
Just as Melinda entered the bedroom, she applied some ointment to her check while feeling a tinge of sadness deep within. After
all, she had been wronged. Thankfully, Stanley had taken the children away. The consequences would have been unimaginable
if Jennifer had vented her anger on them. The children might experience lasting childhood trauma after seeing what had
happened.
Suddenly, there was a light tapping on her door, Melinda dismissed it as an illusion and turned her gaze toward it. Since it was
late at night, her surroundings were quiet. Soon, three more distinct, gentle taps followed. She rose from her seat to open the
door, no longer needing to hide her identity as it had already been revealed.
She cautiously cracked the door open, creating a small gap. Stephanie handed her a bowl of pasta and a fork as she whispered,
“All the dishes have been kept away. Please make do with this.” Melinda’s nose tingled because, in this household, only
Stephanie remembered that she hadn’t eaten dinner yet. She graciously accepted the bowl and fork with both hands while
feeling deeply touched. “Thank you.” Following that, Stephanie quickly departed, fearful of being discovered by Jennifer.
After Melinda closed the door, she approached the coffee table near the window. She squatted down and gently placed the bowl
on the table before savoring the cold pasta, one mouthful at a time. It tasted especially good and surpassed even the enjoyment
of fine dining simply because she was famished.