Melinda President Fox’s Love

Chapter 87 Mrs Fox Looks Stunning

Stunned by his invitation, Melinda was unsure of what to say. Haven’t I done enough by giving him my sketches?

While Stanley held her slightly icy hand, he gazed at her intently. “Okay?”

Her fluttering eyelashes trembled lightly, and the warmth from his palm spread to hers. When their eyes. met, her clean and innocent face amazed him. “Okay.” She agreed, and a relaxed and happy smile finally appeared on his lips. Regardless of who was responsible for the leaked sketches, he felt a sense of relief.

On the same night, Monica returned to her apartment with exhaustion and collapsed on the bed, bursting into tears. Lydia stood by the bed, her eyes similarly red-rimmed, for she understood Monica’s feelings. Any comforting words would be powerless at this moment.

“Sob… I thought I could move him as long as I worked hard. Monica was upset. “I thought he could see my efforts and dedication, but now, even God has come to interfere. The only one I’ve moved is myself.” Her hair was messy, her clothes were slightly disheveled, and her eyes were bloodshot, vastly different from the optimistic and decisive vice president during the day.

After Lýdia picked up the pillow Monica had thrown to the ground, she poured her a glass of milk and handed it to her. “Miss Keller… Sometimes admitting defeat is the best way to find relief.”

I won’t admit defeat!” Emotionally aroused, Monica gritted her teeth and questioned, “Why should I admit defeat? Am I not good enough?”

enough.” Lydia wanted to

the vice president… As tears streamed down her face, she let out a bitter, mirthless smile. “I’m only one step away from him. Loving someone isn’t about looking up to him. It’s about finding a way

glass of milk in one hand and supporting Monica with the other. “Mr. Fox didn’t blame you, and this leak has nothing to do with you. Don’t blame

the most attention to recently… I was closely monitoring the entire process, but a problem still occurred. How can I explain myself to him?” The emotionally overwhelmed Monica broke down

high heels, she came to Stanley, but he shook his head. So, she returned to the dressing room and changed into a pink dress. Yet, he still shook his head, so she went in to

and styles of dresses and finally felt exhausted.

and picked a nude-colored, long

She did not have the confidence.

know without trying?” he said as he

a mere smile tugged at his lips. She had always resisted nude colors, feeling she could not pull them off. However, when she appeared in front of Stanley wearing the dress, his face vividly

“Wow, so pretty!”

“You look stunning. Madam.”

the full-length mirror, looking at herself from head to toe. With the custom- made necklace that shone brightly around her

was deeply satisfied. “Please change into your