Melanie didn't turn around, but she was sure the man behind her grabbing her was Nathan. She would recognize that voice anywhere! She didn't have time to be angry; her mind was racing, wondering if she had been exposed. She had kept her mask on the whole time, and hadn't said much. She wasn't sure if Nathan had recognized her. She could only use a fake voice and say, "I have something to attend to. I need to leave." "This is my territory. Since you're here, whether you leave or not depends on my will," Nathan insisted, pulling her without yielding an inch. She didn't turn around, so Nathan walked up to her and stared into her eyes, making her heart pound. "Do you two know each other?" Nathan asked, looking at Pam. Pam shook her head quickly. "I don't know her!" "Then why did you want to take her away?" Nathan's gaze turned cold as he turned to stare at her. Melanie had a premonition; he was suspecting her identity. "Everyone here is just here to have fun. Why can't yo
At the pier. Jeffrey placed Melanie in the back seat of the car, and sat beside her. It was silent and awkward in the car. Jeffrey turned to look at her, still wearing a mask, and narrowed his eyes. "Why aren't you speaking?" "You... Thank you for saving me..." Melanie continued to speak with a fake voice. Jeffrey raised an eyebrow. Huh. This woman still wanted to lie to him. Did she think he didn’t recognize who she was, even though she had a mask on? Forget about wearing a mask that only covered her eyes, even if she wore one that covered her entire face, he could still recognize her silhouette at a glance! She still wanted to play dumb, but he couldn’t be bothered to expose her. "Why aren’t you asking why I saved you?" "Why did you save me?" Melanie followed his lead. "Because you bumped into me and didn’t repay me, but you went to repay others." Jeffrey smirked cunningly. Melanie could sense an unusual meaning in his smile. She quickly covered her mask, and pr
There was something wrong with Melanie's skin... Her fair skin was tinged with red, with many large patches of rashes, causing Jeffrey to furrow his brows deeply. Hearing his question, Melanie finally lowered her head to take a look. She discovered that she was having an allergic reaction. Just now, she was focused on how to deal with him. Although she felt itchy all over her body, she didn't think about it. Now, she unconsciously scratched behind her ears, her elbows, and back. They were all unbearably itchy. "Are you having an allergic reaction?" Jeffrey asked with concern. "Yeah." Melanie nodded. Frowning, she thought perhaps Nathan had given her alcohol she might be allergic to just now. "I'll take you to the hospital!" Jeffrey said immediately. "No need. Please just take me home. I have medication. I'll take it and sleep it off." Melanie didn't want to go to the hospital looking like this, and she also wanted to use this opportunity to shake him off. Jeffrey
Jeffrey's pupils contracted sharply. He had been restraining himself before because he didn’t want to take advantage of her vulnerability. Yet now, she called his name and said she missed him. Why should he still restrain himself? "Do you really want this?" he asked. His familiar voice struck Melanie’s ears. It was hoarse and alluring, with a deadly temptation. She hummed in response, and sent him a flirty smile. Her seductive voice broke down his last line of defense easily. He kissed her face boldly, and then pried open her mouth as he kissed her deeper. With the familiar feeling and her natural response to him, Melanie thought she was drowning in Jeffrey’s love. She couldn't help but call out softly, "Jeffrey, I knew you wouldn't leave me..." Jeffrey furrowed his brows, and stopped. He was not the Jeffrey she thought he was. How would he explain this to her when she woke up tomorrow morning? In the end, he still had to restrain himself! Annoyed, he loosened his t
The next day. Melanie was awakened by the incessant buzzing of her phone. She rolled over, and reached for the direction of the vibration without opening her eyes. The next second, what she touched wasn't the cold phone, but a warm face with defined features... Startled, she opened her eyes. Only then did she see that it was Jefford's stern face right in front of her. He had hung up the phone that was buzzing just now, and explained shamelessly, "I hung it up for you, so you can sleep a little longer." "You...!" She was feeling groggy a second ago, but now, she was completely awakened by his close presence. She reached out to lift the blanket and take a look. She was wearing a bathrobe with nothing underneath, and there were several red marks on her body. "You rogue!" Melanie grabbed the pillow next to her, and covered his face with it. She wished she could suffocate him! "Mmm! Mmm!" Jeffrey struggled a few times, removed the "weapon" from her hand, and sat up to
Melanie was annoyed. She sighed, and said, "Mr. Yancey, do you have eyes? Don't think that a sarcastic remark can hurt my self-esteem. I have confidence in my own figure!" Jeffrey suppressed a laugh. "Usually, those who are so confident are the ones I’m not able to resist. Since I behaved myself last night, you should know that your confidence is unfounded." Melanie raised an eyebrow, feeling provoked. She put down her cutlery. "The Mr. Yancey I knew before was anything but well-behaved. I think your incapacity now is due to your trauma!" "You’ll know whether I'm capable or not after I do business," Jeffrey retorted with last night's reference, leaning toward her as he spoke. Melanie quickly got up, and slipped away. "I'm full, thanks for breakfast. Goodbye!" "Where are you going?" "No need for you to worry! Before your leg rots away, go and get an irresistible person and do your business!" she retorted in one breath, then tossed her hair and walked away in her high hee
Joseph smiled again. "Each of them has their own strengths and weaknesses. To be honest, neither of them is the best choice in my eyes. “First of all, the heir I want must understand fragrance and be skilled in blending scents, because this is the foundation of the York family. But they’re both not qualified. “Secondly, they must have offsprings. Alas, one avoids relationships with women and the other has a wandering eye. I don't have high hopes for them having descendants." "Your answer is equivalent to not answering at all," Melanie said bluntly. Joseph remained smiling. "You're right, but I'm also very helpless. I wish I could confidently tell you that I have a perfect heir in mind, but in the current situation, whoever ends up in my position will depend on their own abilities." Melanie frowned. "Are you allowing them to fight each other to the death? You're not stopping them, but encouraging them?" Was this the way to survive in the Yorks? By advocating bloodshed and e
This mobile phone had been left untouched for over a decade. Less than five people knew this number; in the past decade or so, two of the few who could contact this number had passed away... Thus, Joseph was shocked when the phone rang. Although unexpected, he had been supervising his servants to charge the phone every day for the past decade and keeping the line open, for he had always hoped that the phone would ring. He finally got his wish. The person on the other end of the phone called him President York. Someone had called him that when he was in his twenties... "Maximilian, long time no see." Joseph took off the oxygen mask, squinting. "I heard you haven't been feeling well lately. Can you still hold on? If not, I can personally come over," Maximilian said on the other end of the phone. Joseph laughed weakly, but vigorously. "When others passed away, you didn't personally intervene either, did you? So why do I have this honor?" "If you need me, just let me