Melanie instinctively took a step back, unsure of what was happening. The next moment, the man hiding behind the large bouquet of red roses finally moved the flowers aside, revealing his mischievously smiling face. "You... How did you get here?" Melanie asked in surprise. "I promised you I’d send you a bouquet of flowers every day," Jeffrey said, his lips curving up into a charming smile. Melanie glanced outside, hesitating, and asked, "Did you use this excuse to get the guards of the base to let you in?" “Of course not. I left something here,” Jeffrey said while walking in without being invited. Seeing him squeezing through the door crack, Melanie deliberately left the door wide open. She followed him in, and asked him to leave. "It's late. If you left something here, go find it in your room. This is my room!" "My heart isn't in my room." Jeffrey turned around, deliberately meeting her eyes. Melanie rolled her eyes. "Mr. Yancey, spare us the cheesy lines." Jeffrey
"Mr. Yancey, please choose your words carefully in the future!" Melanie corrected from behind the door, her tone firm. "It's not the person you want, but the partner you hope to cooperate with!" “As you wish,” Jeffrey replied. He was about to leave, but suddenly remembered something and turned back. "Have you eaten today? You'll fall sick if you keep starving yourself." "No need for your concern!" Melanie replied stubbornly from behind the door. There was a pause outside before the footsteps gradually faded away. Melanie sighed, but her brows furrowed. He deliberately found an excuse to come to the base just to explain to her that he still wanted to propose to her... She could see the sincerity in his eyes. It would be a lie to say that she wasn’t touched, but this sincerity caught her off guard. It left her feeling even more confused. That night, Melanie tossed and turned, and she fell asleep eventually. When she woke up, it was already very late. Stepping out, she sa
Upstairs, Julia stopped at the door of the study, and knocked crisply. "Jefford?" A displeased voice came from inside the room. “Didn't I say not to come up?” "...Dr. Jones is here," Julia replied, concealing her embarrassment. Jeffrey came to open the door the next second. Looking at Melanie nervously, he explained, "I was just on the phone, and didn't know you were coming..." Melanie didn't accept his explanation, and asked directly, "Are you free now? Can we start acupuncture?" "Uh... Jefford, you just said you'd come to see the gift I brought after you finished your call..." Julia interrupted rudely from behind them. After speaking, Julia looked at Melanie and said with a polite smile, "Sorry, Dr. Jones. Please don't overthink it. Jefford has been busy all the time, and hasn't had time to see the gift I brought. I was thinking that once you start the acupuncture, I’ll have to wait for a long time..." "Exactly. Acupuncture takes a long time." Melanie put down her me
However, as long as Melanie was happy, Jeffrey wouldn’t deny it.He didn't plan to explain, but cooperated by coughing lightly, making himself appear weak and helpless."Uh... um..." Julia was somewhat at a loss when she heard of his so-called illness, and could only force herself to control her expression. She then said, "Actually, that aspect isn't that important..." "Is that so?" Melanie, seeing Jefford’s embarrassment and Julia’s even greater embarrassment, was suddenly in a good mood. She continued to provoke them. "Since both of you are pretending to get married due to pressure from both families, I presume you'll be pressured to have children to continue the legacy in the future... However, this puts Mr. Yancey in a bit of a dilemma." "Ahem, ahem, ahem." Jeffrey didn't dare to say anything, and could only cough madly on the side. Julia, concealing her embarrassment, said, "There's always a solution." "Indeed, solutions are always more abundant than difficulties
Melanie clattered up the stairs, but she suddenly stopped in her tracks and turned around to ask, "Where should I administer acupuncture on you?" She had stopped unexpectedly. Because the man behind her was hurrying, he fell on her. She stumbled back a couple of steps before managing to barely hold him up. “Dear lord,” she exclaimed disdainfully, pushing him off of her with force, only to find that he stubbornly remained lying on top of her. She frowned, and glared at him angrily. "What are you doing?" "I don't have any strength..." Jeffrey deliberately leaned against her. Since she said he was sick, why not take advantage of it? Melanie sneered, and shouted downstairs. "Help!" The servant downstairs quickly responded and ran upstairs. Jeffrey finally got up from her, and looked at the servants rushing up the stairs with dissatisfaction. Why were they so stupid? "What's wrong, Dr. Jones?" the servant asked, puzzled. "Your young master is too weak. Hurry and help him i
Maximilian ignored Melanie's surprise, and asked casually, "How is that person now?" "On the way here, I received a call from the flight attendant. She said the patient has undergone surgery at the hospital and is in a stable condition now," Melanie replied. "Well, that's good..." Maximilian smiled with some amusement. Melanie blinked, calmly sipping her tea without asking further questions. Maximilian turned to talk to Jeffrey. "You mentioned last time on the phone that there was a newly built mechanism in the secret passage in the York estate. You haven't explained in detail. How did you find the mechanism switch?" Since Maximilian asked, Jeffrey could only answer truthfully. Maximilian nodded slowly after listening, murmuring to himself, "You need at least two people to open the mechanism... They are really cautious..." “Did you find the secret of the mechanism?” Maximilian asked again. Melanie and Jeffrey exchanged a glance, unsure whether to speak or not. Across
Many people found Maximilian's appearance strange. Now, thinking about it, if it was a hyperrealistic mask, that could explain why his face looked so strange. "That's also possible. But..." Jeffrey paused for a moment. "The face of the doctor on the plane looks more real and friendly than Mr. Maximilian's face. How do we explain that? Wouldn't Mr. Maximilian have a mask of a better quality made to be worn frequently?" Melanie thought for a moment and nodded. She knew Jefford’s point was valid. It really didn't make much sense... "Did you deliberately test Mr. Maximilian with the statue in the secret passage today?" Jeffrey asked. Melanie nodded. She didn’t hide anything from Jeffrey. "He brought up the painting in the secret passage and the mysterious person locked inside. He tried hard to conceal his interest when talking about it, and even pretended to joke around. But when I brought up the statue, he became flustered and eventually had to change the subject." "So?" Jeff
"It's fake." Melanie pursed her lips, pulled out of the somber atmosphere just now. Professor Turner didn't accept her explanation. "Whether it's true or not, it's still an engagement. As your elder, it’s not right that I’m the last one to know." Melanie smiled helplessly. She said reassuringly, "Professor Turner, you're exaggerating. How could you possibly be the last one? Besides talking to Annie about it at one point, I haven't told anyone else yet." Professor Turner frowned in displeasure. "Even Gabriel knows!" "Gabriel wasn’t even aware in the first place. We bumped into Jefford on the plane, and it was Jefford who insisted and told Gabriel," Melanie explained. "Insisted?" Professor Turner discerned other implications from her words. "So, does that mean you usually take charge when you two are together?" "...I can't argue with you." Melanie chuckled awkwardly, and quickly changed the subject to avoid further questioning. "Oh! By the way, Professor. I mentioned to yo