A Whisper that went unheard novel Chapter 48

Melody's tone was soft yet firm.

The faint scent of disinfectant lingered in the air. It was suffocating enough to make her feel short of breath.

She had always known about Jeremy's severe germaphobia. That was why she had even gone to Felicia's place to shower and change again before coming home, just to be extra careful.

But Jeremy still thought she was dirty.

How could that not hurt her?

Melody pressed her lips together, her gaze locked onto him.

Jeremy met her stare with the same unfeeling indifference. His dark eyes looked even more detached under the soft glow of the orange-tinted light.

He frowned and asked, "What's the connection between saving lives and you being dirty?"

Melody stiffened, her words caught in her throat.

She didn't know how to respond.

Then his voice came again—this time, laced with unmistakable impatience. He said, "Do you need me to call someone to escort you out?"

Humiliation crashed over Melody like a tidal wave, and she instinctively looked down at herself.

She was wearing the clothes she had just bought at the mall after dinner, but in Jeremy's eyes, it was as if she was filth itself.

She had wanted to argue to defend herself. However, all her strength was suddenly drained away.

She grabbed her suitcase and left without another word.

…

It was late to go anywhere far, so Melody settled for a nearby hotel—it was a five-star hotel and was incredibly expensive.

Unfortunately, there weren't any other options at this hour.

Melody didn't even bother unpacking as she stepped into the room.

She went straight to the bathroom, and when the hot water hit her skin, she scrubbed at her arms hard.

Red marks bloomed across her pale skin almost instantly, but it still didn't feel like enough.

She kept going—rubbing, scrubbing, and pressing harder repeatedly.

Her skin was burning now, raw from the friction.