Melinda President Fox’s Love

Chapter 35

“Of course not,” he stubbornly denied as he straightened up and withdrew his gaze.

“Why did you come here then?” She glanced at his side profile. “Did you miss me?”

“Definitely not!”

She chuckled and stretched lazily. “Oops. I was too busy helping Mr. Leroy with his wound. The spaghetti must’ve gone cold by now.” She headed for the kitchen. “Women need to take good care of their health and eat their meals regularly no matter how busy they are. I can’t torture my stomach! I’m going to go eat. You can go about your own business!”

Stanley turned around and followed her to the kitchen where he saw her slurping spaghetti by the mouthfuls from the bowl she was holding with no grace to speak of.

He couldn’t resist swallowing.

Ever since Stanley tasted her food, he began to feel repulsed by his intravenous nutrient jabs. He got off work early just so he could have a bit of the dinner she prepared.

Melinda walked over to him with the bowl still in hand and asked, “So, tell me why you came looking for me.”

She didn’t expect Stanley to grab the bowl and fork from her hands and start eating right away!

Spaghetti noodles hung from her mouth as she stared at him in shock.

Doesn’t he have a serious case of mysophobia? Why isn’t he disgusted by my saliva?

Right now, Stanley looked nothing like the almighty president of the company that he usually was.

had only eaten two mouthfuls of the spaghetti when he

can!

Melinda was startled. “Are

bowl from him and set it down before getting a few pieces of tissue and pouring

him. novelxo.com fast

all the spaghetti he had eaten… It was

for him. “Here.

the water, Stanley took a deep breath and calmed

“What’s wrong? Why did you

spaghetti?” Stanley asked curtly.

the time to cook anything? I was busy helping Mr.

to roll his

Melinda recalled what Gael had told her before. Stanley couldn’t eat food prepared by anyone else

eyeing her with a cold stare

before walking

Chapter 35

and saw her bustling around putting a pot of water on the stove, slicing up

luscious hair cascaded down to her waist. The

making spaghetti for me. Stanley’s heart warmed and he was moved.

two plates of spaghetti and passed Stanley a set of

worn here, but it’s clean.” Melinda’s voice was soothing to the ears. “Even when I’m not around, Jaxon would clean the