Melinda President Fox’s Love

Chapter 193 Monica’s Sweet Dreams

“Got it, my brave little warriort Stanley smiled warmly. Both you and Painela must be well-behaved and attentive at home.”

After a delightful chat, the children happily concluded the video call

“Does Daddy still owe Mommy a wedding?” He inquired. “Pamela, have you ever imagined how stunning Mommy would look in a wedding dress?”

“She would be more magical than a fairy!” She exclaimed “When I grow up, I want to marry Daddy too!”

His wide, round eyes blinked with innocence as he pondered aloud. “Why can’t you marry me? Daddy will be old by the time you grow up! He even said I’ll inherit the company someday. I can be just as remarkable as him-tall and handsome!

Pamela could not help but chuckle, her eyebrows arching playfully. “Hahaha! Marry you?”

“What’s the matter? Why not?”

The two adorable little ones argued and then play fully wrestled with each other.

began to rise, a faint light emerged on the horizon. Monica’s car glided away

white blossoms. Sunbeams pierced through the leaty canopy,

and satisfied smile. Last night’s conversation with Jennifer echoed in her mind and filled

Even if she recovers, what does it matter? Miss Four

Monica assumed the role of a triumphant conqueror, cagerly

on her lips. Lydia’s face lit up with joy as she observed her exuberant mood. “Miss Keller, you seem to be

turned around, leaning against her desk with crossed arms. Her smile widened as she shared the news, unable to contain her excitement. “It’s something

mouth dropped open in astonishment. Though she was not privy to the details, the situatio seemed promising.

around, settling into her office chair

replied, her demeanor growing

setting sun. Jennifer sat alone on the outdoor couch, positioned in the center

Monica’s Sweet Dreams.

the azure sky adorned with fluffy white clouds. From deep within, a distant voice resonated

city renowned for its vibrant nightlife. As night descended, the skyline

love-soaked moments through photographs. Later, he escorted her to the

feel minute and inconsequential in the grand scheme of

that night, playfully tousling her hair and billowing her