Melinda President Fox’s Love

Chapter 67

Chapter 67 You Should Trust Mr Fox’s Judgment

After that, Taylor deliberately studied Monica’s expression and found sadness replacing the surprise on her face.

He hoped Melinda would be happy.

Therefore, he tried his best to stop Monica’s wishful thinking. He didn’t want her to step in between. Stanley and Melinda. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Monica and Stanley used to be the perfect match for each other in others’ opinions.

“Mr. Fox might seem cold from the outside, but it turns out he’s a righteous man.” He complimented Stanley with a smile on his face. “I used to be biased toward him, but now I changed my mind after getting to know him.”

“Is Melinda sick?” Monica asked as she finished the beer in the glass with a gulp.

“Don’t worry. She’s fine.” Taylor continued to lie with a straight face. “Mr. Fox is worried about her health as she gave birth to two children. She has recovered well over the past six years. It’s just that Mr. Fox isn’t convinced, so he ordered me to run a full checkup on her.”

It was the first time Monica saw Stanley care so much about another woman. The simple fact broke her

-heart.

She poured herself another glass of beer and finished it in one go.

“He’s going to spend the rest of his life making up to the woman who gave birth to his children,” Taylor stated in a gentle tone. “I can stop worrying about him getting old alone.”

“You might be wrong.” Monica’s eyes showed her contempt. “Melinda can never match his level. That’s why they won’t last forever. The huge gap between their backgrounds determines the difference in their

values.”

“You don’t know anything about her.” Taylor was unhappy with Monica talnovelxo.com fast updateking down on Melinda, but he kept his composure. “You should trust Mr. Fox’s judgment.”

At this point, Monica still firmly believed that Stanley and Melinda were forced to spend their lives together due to their children.

Or maybe he’s going against Mrs. For.

On the way back to Emerald Harbor, Stanley watched the changing landscapes from his Lamborghini window. Compared to the shock of learning another of Melinda’s identity, he felt a pang inside his chest when he thought about her life for the past seven years.

She must feel helpless and despair on countless nights. Looking after two kids is exhausting. I was right. Melinda isn’t any ordinary woman.

The Lamborghini stopped in the courtyard. Gael, who had been waiting at the entrance with a coat in his arms, quickly approached Stanley.

He helped Stanley to put on the coat after he got out of the car. “Mr. Fox, Madam cooked this afternoon. She has whipped up a feast.”

Stanley stopped in his tracks before turning to Gael and staring at him.

“Since you didn’t come back as expected, Madam and the kids got started without you and retired for the night upstairs.”

“Why didn’t you call me?”

“Madam asked us not to.”

Stanley walked across the living room and into the dining room. The servant, Diana, took the heated dishes out of the microwave oven and brought them to him with a set of silverware.

“Mr. Fox, Madam cooked the dishes herself. She spent the whole afternoon in the kitchen for them. You should give them a try.”

Humming a response, he took a seat on the white dining chair and brought the silverware to the food.

The dishes were some simple homemade food, but they looked delicious and appetizing.

A few bites later, his stomach didn’t show any signs of nausea. At that, Stanley dug into the food.

He hadn’t had the chance to eat without any worries for a long time. He asked for two more servings before finally setting down the silverware.

Gael was happy to see Stanley eating in peace. Even so, he still felt bad for Stanley when he recalled. Mélinda’s agreement.

After pondering for a moment, Gael called out to Stanley before he went upstairs. “Mr. Fox.”

Stanley turned around on the staircase and saw a hint of hesitation on Gael’s face. “Out with it.”

“Madam asked for my help to print an agreement today. She’s waiting for you to sign it.”

Stanley frowned at the words. Does she want a divorce? Is she planning to leave?

He thought over the words in silence before solemnly answering, “All right.”

Gael sighed at Stanley’s retreating figure.

Upon ascending upstairs, Stanley found a woman in the second-level sitting room on the couch next to the window with her legs crossed.

The two locked eyes with each other. It was obvious that Melinda had been expecting his arrival.

When Stanley began to walk toward her, her face split into a smile.

He noticed two agreements and a fountain pen on the coffee table.

“I’ve decided. I’ll help you to treat your mother’s burns.” Watching his cold and distant expression, Melinda added, “But with one condition-you must sign the agreement.”