Melissa met his gaze without faltering.

After a moment, Weldon's voice, rough with emotion, broke the silence.

“You bear such a striking resemblance to your mother... Please, take a seat.” As Melissa seated herself across from him, Weldon lapsed into memories of her mother, recalling Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

their first meeting with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with his usual demeanor. “When I first encountered her, she seemed like a gentle force, unexpectedly entering my life. You remind me of her, eliciting a similar sense of empathy.” Perhaps the combination of his authoritative position and vast influence lent a tone of regret to his reflections on past romances.

for Melissa, these musings

her. You led her to believe you were unmarried, without a wife waiting at home. So, at just 20, she chose to follow you, a man on the verge of 40.” Weldon

she became a threat to your family, you

on her own?

had to break up in the

voice steady. “It's my mother who had every reason to. You betrayed her trust, and she carried that betrayal to her grave. Now, with no ties binding us, I wish for no further contact. I refuse to bear the Smith name.”

Melissa intently. “You still lack understanding. Whether it's marrying into the Scott or the Fowler family, do you really believe you can secure such a match without significant support?” Melissa realized their worlds were irreconcilably different and there was

stated plainly, “Such aspirations hold no appeal for me. A home, a place to rest, a simple meal... A simple life is all seek.” With those final words,

no further of

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