"Melina, where did you get all these ideas? Is that really how you see me?"

For the first time, Luther felt the anger went throught his body. He knew that it was very difficult for her to accept a stranger so quickly and be willing to give birth to his child. However, he was really uncomfortable being suspected like this.

Melina pondered for a moment and looked at him bitterly. "I didn't see through it. It was you who told me. The people around you, except for Grandma, all remind me of how good and deep your relationship with another woman is."

"She and I..." Luther began, but before he could explain, Bill, his assistant, reluctantly interrupted.

"President, your phone is ringing," Bill swore that he really did not want to join this battlefield, but that Miss Haverford seemed to have something urgent. He hung one and then she called another one.

Then, she sent a message directly. It seemed that something really serious happened this time.

The familiar name was too dazzling. Melina no longer had the patience to listen to his explanation. She knew that her marriage was just a deal for the sake of the child, but she did not want anything from him. She just wanted peace of mind.

"I want to get off the car." The fire in her eyes gradually extinguished and she moved toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Luther held his phone as if he was holding a hot potato.

He instinctively did not want her to leave, but...

"Luther, help! Help!" The woman's hysterical screams filled the entire car.

Luther was even more irritated. He lowered his head and glanced at the screen. It was indeed Cecily's face, but the background was not the hotel he was familiar with. It was dark and gloomy, almost like a dark cave. She seemed to have been kidnapped.

As if to verify his thoughts, the phone rang again.

This time, Luther pressed the answer button.

Then, the man's hoarse laughter rang out in the entire car. "Hey, hey, hey? Is it Mr. Blackwood? Your little girlfriend is here. Of course, I know you are not to be trifled with, so I don't want too much. What do you think about paying twenty million for my brothers' hard work?"

"Oh, pay in US dollars, thank you!"

"Luther...please... Luce.." The phone was cut off, and the atmosphere in the car was even more strange.

As he was looking at Melina who was right in front of him, a complicated look flashed in Luther's eyes. He waved his hand weakly.

"Then I hope that you can save your beauty soon." Melina said with a smile.

"There's no need for you to worry about it." Luther suppressed his anger and replied. As he watched Melina get out of the car, he could not help but add, "Don't forget your identity, Miss Winslow."

"Identity?" She thought to herself. "What identity? Mrs. Blackwood, the woman laughed at by others?"

Melina pulled up the corners of her mouth in self-mockery and quickly walked into the night.

"Young Master... should I...?" The masked Bill asked.

"There's no need. She's an adult. Can she still be lost?" Luther said, watching that figure disappearing.

"Understood."

Ten minutes later, Luther's car stopped again. Bill helplessly got out of the car, took out his mobile phone, and began to search for Melina's location.

"Falling in love makes even the smartest men lose their sense," he muttered under his breath.

...

Melina did not go home directly. She had told her son that she would go back very late today. It was only 9 o'clock and Bennett had not slept yet. He would definitely ask her what had happened.

She asked herself that she was not a qualified mother, but she would work hard to learn. The child was already mentally injured, and she could no longer burden him with her own emotional baggage.

But she couldn't drink.

She thought of the last time she drank, she ended up spiraling into illusions.

Melina wandered around aimlessly, then entered a 24-hour bookstore. She ordered a cup of milk tea and drank it slowly.

She didn't know if it was because of her heavy heart, but she tasted a mouthful of bitterness in the fragrant milk tea.

Just then, her cell phone vibrated.

A familiar number...

Matthew...

[Looking Up]. There were only two words in the text message.

Melina looked up and saw a handsome figure behind the bookshelf.

In just a short while, Matthew had changed into a new set of clothes. His black shirt was buttoned up just to the second button, revealing his sexy collarbone.

He held a milk tea of the same style as Melina in his hand, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his tall nose. Some words immediately appeared in Melina's brain-dashing but dangerous.

Before she could fully process his presence, he was already sitting opposite her with a cup of milk tea in his hands.

Because of his amazing looks and sophisticated demeanor, countless curious stares fell on him.

Melina was very tired. In fact, she just wanted to stay quiet for a while.

But it was already not easy to get rid of one, and the other one that she could not afford to offend appeared.

However, she could not say anything.

"Are you hungry? Would you like to go out for a midnight snack? There's one place we've had a meal together. They have your favorite grilled pork."

He looked at her with a gentle smile. Melina vaguely felt that there seemed to be nine long tails growing out of his back, just like a trickster fox ready to devour his unsuspecting prey..

"Why are you here? Following me again?" Melina stood up with a headache and put down her book. Then, they walked out of the bookstore side by side.

"No, I'm here to get something. My grandmother is about to celebrate her birthday. She likes painting and calligraphy, so I asked someone to buy a copy of a famous artist. The previous collector is the curator here, so I specially came to get it. Running into you... well, that was just a happy coincidence, I suppose?"

It began to rain outside the window. Matthew held up an umbrella, though it barely seemed big enough to cover them both..

He tried to keep a safe distance from Melina and tilted the umbrella more toward her, but soon his shoulder was drenched.

Noticing this, Melina leaned toward the man. As they walked, their hands brushed against each other. It felt as warm and soft as he had imagined.

Soon, the two of them arrived at the small street behind the library. The Northeast Barbecue Shop, which had been open for more than ten years, was still flourishing with business.

Melina remembered that this person had mysophobia, so she took out a wet towel from her pocket and wiped the table and chairs. Only then did she invite him to sit down.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Same as usual." Matthew replied gently.

Without waiting for Melina to speak again, he directly called the owner over and ordered the three most favorite foods of Melina, namely, fried prawns with ham and cheese , grilled pork rib, fillet shashlik , and two bottles of pineapple beer.

"You still remember." She stared blankly as he ordered her favorite food at an extremely fast speed. Her eyes couldn't help but feel a little sore. She was used to giving. In fact, she wasn't afraid that others would treat her badly. In any case, no matter how bitter the time was, she had already endured it.

But she was afraid that if others treated her well, she would panic and be nervous.

She didn't know how to repay them.

Roger and Florence had taught her since she was a child. Since she was the eldest child of the family, she had to give everything to her sister. As an elder sister, she had to take responsibility and work hard for the family. However, her parents forgot that she, too, was once actually a little princess who needed to be doted on.

"Of course... I remember everything about you. The boss just said that he hasn't seen us for a few years. It's rare to see a couple stick together for so long like us." Matthew said with a smile. He naturally placed tableware for Melina.

Melina was stunned. "Ah? Then what did you say?"

"I said that we are going to get married soon. When the time comes, I'll send him an invitation. He was very happy and then decided to send us a plate of roast duck ." Matthew replied.

"..."

"No. Who wants to marry you? Matthew, how can you make such a joke?" Melina's face turned red under the gaze of the enthusiastic owner. Her already thick eyelashes were stained with a few drops of tears because of her anxiety. Matthew could no longer look away.

"Melina, don't get angry. This is just my idea, but for the matter of marriage, of course, I have to ask for your consent."

Matthew quickly explained. He took out a silk handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her.

This was his habit. He would definitely bring a handkerchiefs when he went out.

It had not been of much use before, but now it could finally be sent out.

"Matthew, I'm still Luther's wife. We have already gotten our certificate." Melina muttered. "I know that you are kind to me, but I really can't listen to what you are saying now, and I can't accept it." Melina felt that she had to show her attitude, and she had to be very determined.

Otherwise, without waiting for Luther to say something, her own conscience would not be able to go through that hurdle.

"But Melina, are you really going to live with him? Or... should I put it in another way? Do you think he will be your husband for the rest of his life? Plus, where is he now? If I haven't lost my memory, you two must have left together just now, right? Why are you drinking milk tea in the bookstore alone? Don't tell me that you came to the bookstore on a whim. You came to the bookstore in the middle of the night because you couldn't sleep. Melina, I have known you for so many years. Do you think I don't know your character?" As he spoke, a trace of irritation surfaced in his voice.

From a young age, his family's strict upbringing and emotional management training allowed him to stay calm in everything except for Melina. He had lived for more than 20 years and had never met a untainted and pure girl like her.

This time, no matter what, he wasn't going to miss her again.

"He... He left because he had something urgent to do." Melina tried to explained.

"Is that so? It must be because of Cecily again." Matthew sneered.

"How did you know?" Melina widened her eyes in surprise. When she reacted, she suddenly felt that she was really quite stupid. She actually expressed her inner emotions accidentally.

"It's not hard to guess. Melina, do you believe that I know more about Luther than you do?" Matthew laughted bitterly. Then, he picked up his pineapple beer and began to talk about the love history of his love rival over the years.

Bill, who had been hiding among a group of people to collect information and discreetly provide protection, thought that this guy was going to slander his own boss at first, but as he listened, he could only secretly send a text message to Luther.

[Boss, you really can't blame Madam for being angry. You were practically asking for it back then!]

Although he also disliked this handsome troublemaker, the things that Matthew said were all facts.

For example, when Cecily got a little cold, Luther would bring a convoy of doctors.

For example, Cecily said that she was afraid that no one would attend her concert, so he sent three concert tickets to everyone in the company.

Bill thought to himself, "He is simply raising Cecily as a daughter."