Melinda President Fox’s Love

Chapter 65 Understanding Her Past Seven Years.

“Well, Mr. Fox sent someone to stalk me, and he’s constantly on guard around me.” Melinda didn’t bother to sugarcoat her words. “Do you think he really treats me as part of his family? A man like him would never trust anyone. He doesn’t care about genuine relationships-all he cares about is what benefits him.”

“N-No, that’s not how it is.” Gael tried his best to explain the situation. “Mr. Fox might not care about anyone else, but he definitely cares about you and the children. He has changed so much ever since you guys moved in. He’s so much warmer nowadays,” Gael insisted.

Melinda shifted her gaze toward Gael and smiled faintly. “He’s only doing that for the kids. He probably only cares about blood relations,” she stated. The housekeeper was speechless after that. “By the way, who’s Mervin Laurent?” Melinda recalled a question that had been on her mind.

“Mervin Laurent?” Gael shook his head. “I haven’t heard of him.” Melinda could tell that the housekeeper wasn’t lying. What’s going on?

come home in the evening. The tableful of dishes was turning cold, and the kids’ tummies were grumbling. They all stared at the front porch with looks of anticipation on their faces. “Should we give Daddy a call, Mommy? Can we ask him what time he’s coming home?” Samuel toyed

him. We can just eat, Melinda announced before she began Scooping some soup into the children’s bowls. Pamela picked her cutleries up to dig in as well. Mommy’s home-cooked food is the best! It’s a miracle that I managed to wait for so long. Samuel, too, had been eager to devour all the food on the table, so he didn’t hesitate to

home yet? Mrs. For prepared all these dishes for him. He usually doesn’t work overtime, anyway. At the same time, at the front entrance of Fox Group, Stanley’s driver had just opened the Lamborghini’s door for him. Stanley got in the car

to go to Taylor’s,” he told the driver once the car started moving.novelxo.com

“Alright, Mr. Fox.”

for an IV drip into his skin. He was reminded of Melinda and the taste of her egg-tomato pasta… He was reminded of the second time they had met in Sunnyvale seven

a glass of wine each. The last time they were there, they were dealing with the DNA test. “Tell me more about her,” Stanley said in a heavy tone with his brows knitted together. “You probably know best

that Stanley wasn’t his usual self; he was in a bad mood. Stanley’s interest in Melinda was his way of showing care for her. Taylor picked his glass up to take a sip of wine before he let out a sigh. “Well, to summarize it, things were… tough. Things were