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?”

good enough.” Lydia wanted to comfort

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

glass of milk in one hand and supporting Monica with the other. “Mr. Fox didn’t blame you, and

monitoring the entire process, but a problem still occurred. How can I explain myself to him?” The emotionally overwhelmed Monica broke down in tears, partly

room on the second floor of Emerald Harbor. In high heels, she came to Stanley, but he shook his

sat on the couch outside the dressing room and professionally appreciated and judged each outfit. Red, yellow, blue, white, black… She tried seventeen different colors and styles of dresses and finally felt exhausted. With a pout, she came out wearing a black swan dress. “If this doesn’t work, I won’t go anymore. The problem is not the dresses but my

nude-colored, long dress for her. “Try

She did not have the confidence. “This color doesn’t look good on

he

them off. However, when she appeared in front of Stanley wearing the

“Wow, so pretty!”

“You look stunning. Madam.”

head to toe. With the custom- made necklace that shone brightly around her neck, she exuded an elegant aura, as if she had just stepped out of

that, he was deeply satisfied. “Please