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.

on the horizon. Monica’s car glided away from Repulse

locust trees lining the asphalt road, showering the car with delicate white blossoms. Sunbeams pierced through the leaty canopy,

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

recovers, what does it matter? Miss Four gill

the role of a triumphant conqueror, cagerly

the unconcealable smile still hung on her lips. Lydia’s face lit up with joy as she observed her exuberant mood. “Miss Keller, you seem to be in a great mood. Did you secure a major

contain her excitement. “It’s something even more delightful than securing a major project. There’s

open in astonishment. Though she was not privy to the details, the situatio seemed promising. “Well, then. Let me

Monica turned back around, settling into her office chair and instantly switching to work mode. “Show me today’s

Lydia replied, her demeanor growing more

at Repulse Bay, the courtyard hasked in the warm glow of the setting sun. Jennifer sat alone on the outdoor couch, positioned in the center of the serene space. Stephanie brewed a pot of English Breakfast tea for her before quietly

Monica’s Sweet Dreams.

sky adorned with fluffy white clouds. From deep within, a distant voice resonated in her heart. Stan, I hope you’ll truly

renowned for its vibrant nightlife. As night descended, the

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

breathtaking view made her feel minute and inconsequential in the grand scheme

her hair and billowing her skirt, momentarily wiping the smile