Reborn To Remarry My Ex Husband by Erin Green

Chapter 444 Chapter 444 A Pet

Melody looked at the fallen Cameron, his once proud demeanor now reduced to this pitiful, submissive state, still trying to feign gentleness.

For a brief moment, his current expression overlapped with the memory of the first gentle smile he had shown her when she had returned to the Shield family.

Back then, relationships between everyone weren't as fractured and twisted as they were now.

But at this point, it no longer mattered.

Melody's gaze remained fixed on Cameron, his once unyielding pride now crumbled into this pitiful groveling. For a fleeting second, she felt a pang of disorientation.

She wasn't a fool.

There was a time she had wanted to tell Cameron that she had found a way to treat his legs.

In fact, she had told him. Clearly.

But Cameron had only smiled faintly, motioning for her to bow her head so he could gently stroke her soft hair. His smile, though warm on the surface, carried an undertone of firm dismissal. His tone, seemingly tender, was in truth cold and detached.

"Mel, I know my legs better than anyone. They're beyond saving. You don't have to make up these unrealistic stories just to comfort me.

"Even the ancient medical texts can't cure these crippled legs. Everyone's given up on me why are you so stubborn about it?"

Back then, to the younger Melody, these words sounded like pure self-abandonment.

And what she hated most was people giving up on themselves.

She had been raised by Tyrell himself, a man who had taught her that no matter the obstacles, one must never give in to despair.

legs were a grim emblem

to accept

She hated it.

change it at

regarded Cameron as her family and was

sincere and

a hint of indulgence. "Mel, don't force

I trust

way, your dress

I buy you a few

if there's something else you want, just

her efforts to "help" him, but deep

a cripple stuck in the Shield family, bored out of his

dance training, her studies, and preparing to enter the

this time, willing to spend time with a "useless" man like him, telling

" him.

return, he was willing to be her "shelter" in the Shield family, protecting

he doted on

more like the kind of affection one would show a pet that kept them company in their loneliness. Melody had shyly clutched the hem of her dress, the fabric faded and worn from countless washes. Her pretty dresses had all been personally selected by Tyrell. The styles were always trendy yet unique. She had

Not online.

Not in stores.

handmade by Tyrell himself, sitting at a sewing machine and designing each one especially

en

old dress, Melody's eyes softened,

head, she

really love these