Melinda President Fox’s Love

Chapter 240 The Possibility of a Vegetative State

Without waiting for Jarrett to persuade her, Shirlene turned away and entered the nearby RV.

“What’s happening between those two?” someone asked, seeming to have noticed something unusual.

At that moment, a bold young production assistant said candidly, “Come on, it’s pretty obvious. They spend so much time together every day. It’s bound to ignite something between them.”

“Has Miss Grayson finally found someone who captures her interest?”

“Seems like it.”

“I’ve noticed that Mervin doesn’t seem to regard her as a romantic interest. They also don’t appear to have any private communication.”

“Who knows? Perhaps, they keep it low-profile. We can’t say for certain what goes on behind the scenes.”

Several minutes later, a black Volvo pulled into the courtyard of the seaside villa. The driver’s door swung open, and Mervin emerged from the car. At first glance, he saw the figure perched on the terrace couch, hugging her knees close to her chest. Is she still staring at the clouds after all day!

At that moment, Bethany happened to come out of the living room. “Mr. Laurent, dinner is ready.”

“I’ll get her.” He stopped in her tracks and walked toward Melinda.

and noticed her serene presence akin to a piece of translucent jade. The subtle, ethereal scent that surrounded her appealed

have dinner,” he said calmly. “Bethany mentioned that you haven’t had lunch. It’s not good for

hungry.” Melinda’s gaze remained fixed on the clouds as she said nonchalantly, “You can go ahead and

gaze darkened. “Even if you’re not, you should

entire body tensed involuntarily, and she felt

asking for anything unreasonable. Let’s just

a foot of distance between them, their gazes met. Without uttering a word, she walked past him

not fathom her thoughts. Has she been thinking

dining room, he found Melinda seated in a white dining chair. Her exp

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had prepared utensils for

standards of confinement meals. The spread included hot cocoa, stir-fried vegetables, scrambled eggs, Oatmeal with dried fruits and nuts, fish

Melinda, and they

a radiant glow while the mesmerizing fragrance of lilies lingered in the air. However, eye contact was absent, with a complete lack of verbal

the oxygen mask, his breathing remained feeble. The medical team confirmed that

of congee. She sat by his bedside, watching over him. Filled with worry,

filled with contradictions as she felt happiness was out of reach, destined

eyes perpetually red and swollen. Ever since she