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.

the moon descended and the sun began to rise, a faint light emerged on the horizon. Monica’s car glided away from Repulse Bay, embarking on a journey toward

morning breeze danced through the ancient locust trees lining the asphalt road, showering the car with delicate white blossoms. Sunbeams pierced through the leaty canopy, painting dappled patterns on the vibrant red exterior of

gripped the steering wheel firmly, and her lips curved into a serene and satisfied smile. Last night’s

if she recovers, what does it matter? Miss Four gill never accept

of a triumphant conqueror,

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

crossed arms. Her smile widened as she shared the news, unable to contain her excitement. “It’s something even more delightful than securing a major

was not privy to the details, the situatio seemed promising. “Well, then. Let me congratulate you in

turned back around, settling into her office chair and instantly switching to work mode. “Show

her demeanor

courtyard hasked in the warm glow of the setting sun. Jennifer sat alone on the outdoor couch, positioned in the center of the

Monica’s Sweet Dreams.

scent. As she savored her tea. her gaze fixed on the azure sky adorned with fluffy white clouds. From deep within, a distant voice resonated in her heart.

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

capturing their love-soaked moments through photographs. Later, he escorted her to the 100th-floor panoramic observation deck, where they

made her feel minute and inconsequential in

that night, playfully tousling her hair and billowing her skirt, momentarily