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 rang

waiting at home. So, at just 20, she chose to follow you, a man on the verge of 40.” Weldon let out a soft sigh. “I did love her, truly” Melissa's response was edged with scorn. “Your so-called love was nothing but a profound mistake. Perhaps there was love at the

pregnant with your child, when she became a threat to

endured afterward, or the struggle of the child she raised on her own? You know nothing. You remain oblivious, wallowing in self-pity only when it

had to break up in

asked quietly, “Do you hate me?” “I don't,” Melissa replied, her voice steady. “It's my mother who had every reason to. You betrayed her trust, and she

Fowler family, do you really believe you can secure such a match without significant

appeal for me. A home, a place to rest, a simple

further of her

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255