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.

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

“Let’s go inside and have dinner,” he said calmly. “Bethany mentioned that you haven’t had lunch. It’s not good for your health to

as she

her self-inflicted torment, his gaze darkened. “Even if you’re not,

her entire body tensed involuntarily, and she felt

for anything unreasonable. Let’s

him. With just a foot of distance between them, their gazes

could not fathom her thoughts. Has she been thinking

Melinda seated in a white dining chair.

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had prepared

was meticulously prepared in adherence to the nutritional standards of confinement meals. The spread included hot cocoa, stir-fried vegetables, scrambled eggs, Oatmeal

from Melinda, and they had

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

the hospital at Navelie, Stanley remained unconscious. Though he had removed the oxygen mask, his breathing remained feeble. The

small amount of congee. She sat by his bedside, watching over him. Filled with worry, she feared that he would not wake up and

she felt happiness

eyes perpetually red and swollen. Ever since