Melinda President Fox’s Love

Chapter 66

Chapter 66 Another of Mrs Fox’s Identities

Taylor said no more. It was impossible to summarize seven years in a few sentences.

“Mr. Fox, I hope you’ll treat her right.” Taylor took a sip of his beer. His usually gentle eyes watched Stanley with a glint of seriousness. “She’s the woman I adore. I have been admiring her the whole time. If you can’t do it, give her back.”

His drink gave him a bit of Dutch courage. Thus, the words left him as both a joke and a warning.

Stanley was surprised to hear those words. Thus, he fixed his eyes on Taylor.

The men locked eyes with each other. For a moment, none of them spoke a word. It was as if time had simply stopped.

Taylor didn’t want Stanley to misunderstand, so he added with a smile, “She’s a good woman. Aside from you, there are other admirers.”

Stanley didn’t refute the claim that he had feelings for Melinda. After all, he wouldn’t have met up with Taylor tonight if he didn’t feel anything for her. He wouldn’t bother to learn her history in the first place.

However, he couldn’t tell when he started to fall for her.

-Stanley himself didn’t even know the answer.

A few moments later, Taylor took another sip of his beer. After much consideration; he began, “Do you perhaps know Chloe Blackwood?”

Stanley pondered for a moment before answering. “Are you referring to the Herbs Expert, Chloe Blackwood?”

“Right.” A smile formed on Taylor’s lips and his eyes shone with admiration when he murmured, “It’s your wife.”

Taken aback by Taylor’s statement, Stanley couldn’t bring himself to say a word.

He was a calm man most of the time. Not a lot of things could shake him.novelxo.com fast update

Since the words came from Taylor, Stanley saw no point in doubting him. A thought flashed across his mind, so he took the opportunity to ask. “Do you know what relationship she has with Emma?” This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Taylor shook his head upon hearing that. “No, I don’t.”

“If she’s Chloe Blackwood, why is she aiding the poor in Sunnyvale?” Melinda’s behavior baffled Stanley. Taylor answered in a gentle tone, “You should ask her yourself. It’s time to get to know her.”

Meanwhile, in the Fox Group, Monica walked out of the building’s lobby. The night breeze brushed past her, stimulating a sense of loneliness within her..

After opening the door, she got into the driver’s seat. Then, she raised her head in the direction of Stanley’s office and noticed that the light in his office was on.

Her efforts over the years came into her mind and pained her. She worked hard for him with all her heart,

but he never spared her a glance.

Just what kind of person must I strive to become so that he will finally look at me for a second?

Her ringing phone snapped her out of her thoughts.

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After the call was connected, the caller cut to the chase. “Miss Keller, the suit you designed for Mr. Fox is done. Do you want us to send it to your office or do you want to pick it up by yourself?”

“Send it to me at 7.00AM tomorrow.”.

“All right.”

As the call ended, Monica started her car and drove in the direction of Taylor’s house. He mentioned he’ll meet up with Taylor after work. If I make it there on time, it’ll be less awkward with Taylor’s presence. I might also have the chance to talk to him. After all, it’s about Mervin.

On the way to Taylor’s villa, Monica couldn’t help but think of the time Stanley spent next to Melinda. She remembered that he accompanied Melinda to ride the rollercoaster until he puked.

She also remembered that he brought Melinda to see Mervin at the police station. Heck, she even remembered that Melinda threw away the candy he gave her.

At last, her thoughts came to where Melinda lived in Emerald Harbor, which was his villa, and that they might fall asleep beside each other every night.

The thought hurt Monica like hell.

The car rolled to a stop in front of Taylor’s villa and she parked it right behind the Lamborghini.

Stanley was walking out of the living room at the same moment. Her car immediately caught his attention, and so did her presence.

The driver opened the door for him.

Stanley began to walk toward the car. Monica held her breath as she watched him. Every step he took made her feel like he was one step closer to her.

Standing next to the Lamborghini, Stanley withdrew his gaze and got into the car.

Monica wordlessly watched the car drive away as her heart sank deeper into her chest.

Taylor saw her car from the French windows in his living room, so he came out to get her.

Two minutes later, the duo sat in the living room.

Monica and Taylor sat opposite each other with a coffee table between them. He poured her a glass of beer, and he had an inkling of what she was feeling at the moment.

“What was he doing here?” she whispered. “Was he here for Mervin?“

“No, he wasn’t.” He gently cut to the chase. “He was here for his wife.”