Melinda President Fox’s Love

Chapter 156 This Didn’t Make Monica Happy at All
In Navelte, a city in Arunia, stood the castle estate-a meticulously crafted estate at a staggering cost of 776 million, belonging to
none other than Mr. Edward.
Stanley and Monica were bestowed with the utmost VIP treatment as they settled into their lavish accommodation with the
children.
The castle, nestled amidst picturesque mountains and serene waters, exuded an air of elegance and enchantment.
Every detail of the castle was luxurious, boasting five opulent outdoor swimming pools, enchanting landscapes, a state-of-the-art
bowling alley, and even an indoor shooting range. A serene moat gracefully traversed the estate, offering the opportunity for
leisurely boat rides and adding to the castle’s allure.
“Mr. Fox, this entire wing is dedicated to bedrooms. Please feel free to choose from any of them.” The butler, with his platinum
blond hair and distinguished features, graciously introduced each area of their accommodation. “We have specially designed
children’s rooms as well, each one adorned with unique decorations to create a delightful and personalized experience.”
“I want to stay with Daddy!”
“I want to stay with Daddy too!”
Samuel and Pamela clung to Stanley’s hand, bravely expressing their desires.
With their innocent voices and adorable charm, they captivated everyone’s attention.
Stanley strolled leisurely, holding the children’s hands with overflowing love. “Alright, we’ll sleep together, and Daddy will tell you
stories.
That’s great! I want to listen to the story of the Big Bad Wolf and the Little White Rabbit!”
“I want to listen to the story of the Moon Fairy!”
“Any story both of you want.” He agreed warmly, a smile lighting up his fanovelxo.com fast updatece.
Monica’s expression froze, a hint of annoyance crossing her face as the noise of the children’s excitement. filled the air.

The butler and the entourage of servants trailing behind them exchanged hushed whispers, unable to contain their admiration for
the adorable siblings.
“I never expected Mr. Fox’s children to be so grown-up and beautiful.”
“Mr. Fox is really gentle when facing his children.
“Mr. Fox is a good father. His children must be very happy.”
“Being his woman must be even happier!”
As Monica overheard the comments, a mix of embarrassment and irritation washed over her. Did they have no regard for my
presence?
The butler continued to trail behind them, his curiosity getting the better of him. “Mr. Fox, why didn’t you bring your wife along?
With such beautiful children, I can only imagine how stunning she must be.”
Samuel couldn’t resist chiming in. “My mommy is very busy, he declared proudly. “But she’s the most beautiful woman in the
world! She’s even more beautiful than a goddess!”
“My mommy looks especially beautiful when she smiles, and she has a great figure!” Pamela proudly said.
This made everyone even more curious about Mrs. Fox.
“Mr. Fox, in the future, please ensure to bring your wife along when visiting here,” the butler insisted.
“Of course, I will,” Stanley replied with a gentle smile.
Monica, with her grace and radiance, walked alongside Stanley, but it felt as though she was invisible to everyone around her.
They completely disregarded her presence, treating her like an unwelcome. outsider.
All the attention is stolen by that absent woman!
As the vice president of a prestigious company, how could she find peace in her heart?
The anger within her was suffocating, leaving her feeling overwhelmed. With no respite in sight, she picked a room at random
and closed the door behind her, seeking solitude from the chaos that surrounded her.

“Hmph!” She threw her bag onto the bed.
Despite the excellent natural lighting and the carefully designed features, she had no interest in looking around. She was about
to explode with anger. How could he bring the children on our romantic trip?
She hadn’t even been given the chance to persuade him otherwise. It wasn’t until they were aboard the private jet, soaring over
the vast Pacific, that the children woke up, calling out for their father, and she realized what had happened.
Throughout the journey, she couldn’t shake off the discomfort that nagged at her like two flies.
She walked up to the liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of vodka and a tall glass. Skillfully pouring herself a full glass, she tilted
her head back and downed it in one gulp.
Her forehead slightly furrowed, the discomfort in her heart outweighing the unease in her stomach.
With the children around, she had no sense of anticipation for the upcoming itinerary.
In Riverdale, at Repulse Bay, a full moon hung from the treetops. In the bedroom with the Chloe Blackwood nameplate, Melinda
had already gotten into bed with no lights on in the room.
Moonlight seeped through the window, illuminating the ceramic bowl on the coffee table, devoid of any leftover food.
She lay on her back, the pain on her cheek still evident... gradually drifting into a dream...
The dream was distant... So distant that the scenes were old, yellowed even, with sunlight tinged yellow and dust particles
floating in the air.
“Melinda, this drink is for you. It’s your favorite strawberry flavor!”
“Thank you!” At the age of five that year, she unsuspectingly took the drink with a straw and happily took a few sips. “It tastes so
good!”