The man’s low voice, dark eyes, and puzzled tone suddenly woke Melanie up. He wasn't Jeffrey, but Jefford! Realizing this, she reached out to push him away. Yet he remained on top of her, his arms like unyielding pillars on either side of her body. "Does that man look a lot like me?” he asked. His tone suddenly became ambiguous. He leaned in closer, so close that she couldn't see his features. She could only make out his intense gaze. Was he Jeffrey, or...Jefford? Melanie shook her head vigorously and tried to clear her mind, but to no avail. Instead, she felt even dizzier. However, this dreamlike feeling... Suddenly, she realized that this was just a dream. She wasn’t surprised. She dreamed of Jeffrey almost every night. This time, he appeared in her dream as Jefford. She suddenly stopped worrying, and didn't want to resist anymore. She missed him too much. Even if Jeffrey appeared in her dream as Jefford, she didn't want to miss out. "You don’t just look like hi
Melanie propped herself up with her hands and turned around, her feet touching the ground. "What are you doing?" Gabriel asked quickly. "I've been lying down for too long. I want to walk around," she said. Gabriel stopped her. "Professor Turner said it’s best that you lie down." She looked up and said pleadingly, "Just for a little while." Unable to stop her, Gabriel helped her stand up and supported her aching lower back as they walked to the window together. She looked down. This was the first floor, and outside was a neatly landscaped garden. It wouldn't be difficult for someone to jump in through this window—as long as they could evade the Frost family's guards... So, her clear sensations and memories of him from last night weren’t a dream. They were real! She was shaken. Who else but Jeffrey had the skills to leap and climb walls like this? She knew him better than anyone else... Standing by the window, she recalled last night's conversation. She couldn’t re
Melanie waited until the middle of the night, but there was still no sign of him at the window. In the end, she couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep. The next day, she was awakened by the sunlight. Since she was waiting for that man to appear, she deliberately didn't close the curtains. The other side of the bed was still neat and tidy, and she didn’t have any memory of him coming over. Did he not come, or was the night before yesterday just a dream? Was it because she longed for him so much that she dreamed of him? As she was thinking, the servant heard movement in the room and proceeded to bring her breakfast. Gabriel followed, as expected. She ate with him absentmindedly. Professor Turner also came to see her. "Melanie, how are you feeling today? If you're up for it, shall we start the treatment today?" Professor Turner asked. "Let’s do it,” Melanie said after putting down her cutlery. Gabriel was worried about her health. "If you're still tired, it's okay to re
"I think she’s doing it on purpose!" Sonia's words shocked everyone in the Frost family, and the atmosphere became somewhat tense. Seeing that even Gabriel had turned his head slightly, looking somewhat bewildered and disdainful, Sonia hurriedly explained, "Gabriel, I didn't understand at first either. I only checked it because I was concerned about your illness..." Gabriel snorted, and disdainfully turned his head away. A girl, barely twenty, was able to talk about reproductive organs and such without blushing or skipping a beat just to pick on Melanie. This was the lady that his aunts called elegant? Seeing Gabriel's disdainful look, Sonia felt a bit anxious. She didn't want to leave such a...mature impression on him... She quickly shook Yvonne's arm, and Yvonne began to cover for her. Yvonne directed the attention to Melanie instead. "Dr. Jones, is what Sonia said true?" "Miss Sullivan is indeed knowledgeable," Melanie said. She remained composed, and turned to fac
Melanie saw his face clearly this time. His familiar scent overwhelmed her senses, causing her entire body to shudder. There was no sleep-inducing incense tonight. This time, she was wide awake. She could be sure that this wasn’t a dream! So, this man... "Stop!" she commanded. However, the man wasn’t scared of her at all. His strong body continued to press down on her. She hurriedly reached out to protect her child. Just as she was about to say something, her lips were forcefully covered by the man’s. He passionately kissed her. Just as she was about to struggle, she suddenly felt a bit reluctant. Only Jeffrey could make her feel this way; there was no other person in this world who could! She was about to compromise and stop wriggling, when the man suddenly stopped his movements and scoffed. "Do you know who I am now? Missed me?" Melanie's eyes widened, realizing that she had been tricked. "Let go of me!" She struggled desperately. "Last time, you threw yourself
Melanie's eyes froze, her heart pounding violently. "Why?" "You said he looks like me, right? I want to know what kind of person he is," Jefford said calmly, walking closer. Melanie thought for a moment, and didn’t walk into his trap. "You can go find out for yourself." She didn't want to talk about him. There was a hint of disappointment in Jefford's eyes. Actually, he had already investigated. The first time he saw her at the Frost family banquet, he was shocked by her clear eyes. He couldn't help but think of her, feeling that she was somehow different from the others. He had secretly investigated her and the man she mentioned. However, he had just returned to the Yancey family. There was no one he could trust around him. Many things couldn't be left to others, so he had to do them himself. These past few days, he had gone over everything about Jeffrey, but he still wanted to know what Jeffrey was like in her eyes. "You really won't talk?" he asked again. She did
"Jefford is the Yancey family's grandson, so it makes sense he's not often seen in public. Yet, there's something that doesn't add up. Other business magnates in Delfino all claim they haven't seen him before. Recently, Jefford suddenly appeared at the Yancey family, and he's been quite high-profile. Additionally, the Yancey family is currently facing internal conflicts and intense infighting. Jefford seems to be positioning himself to compete for inheritance." Annie sent a lengthy message. Melanie read it carefully twice. She intended to reply, but she didn't feel like it. She closed the window, drew the curtains, and slept restlessly for the night. The next morning, she had just finished breakfast when the servant came to inform her that someone had come to see her. "Who is it?" She blinked, having a rough idea. "It's a young master from the York family, claiming to be your good friend.” The servant's words confirmed her suspicion. The York family had heard that just af
Melanie had lived with the Yorks for some time before, so she knew the fragrance preferences of everyone in the York family. The fragrances used by the Yorks’ descendants were usually their own Angle series. Harlow often used the oriental fragrance from the Angle series. Today, though, there was a hint of a floral and fruity scent mixed in with his fragrance... Although that subtle scent was masked by the fragrance he usually used, she still caught it. This floral and fruity scent seemed somewhat familiar to her. She just couldn't recall where she had smelled it before… Putting aside Harlow, Melanie walked through the small garden and met Professor Turner, who was also up. Professor Turner saw that she had just been with Harlow, and asked with concern, "What did he say to you?" "He wanted to act tough, but was actually quite the wimp," Melanie summed up briefly. Professor Turner scoffed disdainfully. With his hands behind his back, he sneered. "Now the York family needs you