Melody Strikes Back by Myra Walker novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57 

“Ken, please make sure Melody gets home safely. If there’s nothing urgent over the next few days, you can handle her pick- ups and drop–offs.” 

Margaret made her final decision, leaving Ken no room to refuse before instructing the servant to see Melody out.. 

The two were half–escorted, half–pushed out of Margaret’s room by the servant. 

At this moment, Melody finally realized, somewhat belatedly, that Margaret seemed to be trying to set her up with Ken. 

Her lips twitched involuntarily, 

Ulric and Astrid were her enemies. In her previous life, Ulric had deceived her into going to the hospital where her heart was harvested. Astrid Swanson was involved in the scheme as well 

Even if Ken was at odds with them, she could not possibly marry him. 

The entire Swanson family is like an ancient harem, with overt and covert struggles that make one never dare to relax their vigilance. Every moment spent there felt suffocating: let alone the thought of marrying into it again. 

Moreover, Ken wouldn’t be interested in her either. She decided at was best to seize the opportunity to clarify her stance with Margaret. 

With this in mind. Melody turned to glance at Ken, only to see his expression dark and inscrutable, leaving her unaware of his thoughts. 

“Um… Melody spoke up. At that moment, Ken seemed to snap out of his reverie, looking at her with questioning eyes as if asking what was on her mind. 

TII just take a cab back home You don’t need to drop me off. I need to get some shopping done,” Melody said. 

Ken responded with a neutral expression. “That works out. I have some things to take care of as well. Go ahead then. 

He said it without even bothering with false pleasantries, then turned around and headed upstairs. 

Melody shrugged. He clearly didn’t care much about her at all. 

With his temperament, it was uncertain whether he would ever find a wife in the future. 

In Margaret’s previous life when she died, it seemed like Ulric was not involved with anyone romantically. After Margaret’s recent narrow escape, she would certainly have her hands full worrying about the future. 

But none of these concerns had anything to do with her. 

With that thought, Melody headed straight for the exit. 

When she arrived it was overcast, and now a light drizzle began to fall, causing the temperature to drop sharply. 

Coincidentally, there were no servants in the living room. Not wanting to bother finding someone to borrow an umbrella from, she simply took off her light jacket, held it over her head and started running outside. 

She ran a few steps when she saw a figure sitting in a wheelchair in the rain. 

It could only be Ulric. 

Uinic was only wearing a thin white shirt, which clung to his body due to the rain, faintly revealing his perfectly shaped right–pack abs 

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Already slender, his overly pale skin added a touch of vulnerability, making his strikingly handsome face stand out even 

Compared to Ken’s almost domineering presence, Ulric’s resembled a painting that existed yet did not–ethereal and 

clusive. 

But she was well aware that behind this seemingly delicate painting lurked a monstrous beast. 

In her previous life, she had been deceived by Ulric’s “painted skin and paid a terrible price for it. 

Suppressing her disgust. Melody intended to bypass Ulric but lu called out to her, “Miss Fox, please wait!” 

Reluctantly, Melody stopped and frowned at Ulric and asked, “What do you want. Mr. Ulric?“ 

Ulric struggled to stand up from his wheelchair, supporting himself with a came in one hand and holding an umbrella in the other. Despite his unsteady steps, he made his way to her and gallantly held the umbrella over her to shield her from the 

“Didn’t the servants provide you with an umbrella? What kind of oversight is this?” Ulric chided, his brow furrowed in displeasure. He then inquired with a tone of concern, “Is your chulfeur waiting at the estate’s entrance?” 

In reality, he had intentionally dismissed the servants in the hall all to secure a moment alone with Melody. 

Under the umbrella, Ulric got a close look at Melody’s face for the first time. That face was extremely ugly, with horrifying red blotches, making one unwilling to take a second glance. 

Ulric suppressed the urge to vomit, the disgust in his eyes fleeting away, replaced instead by a gaze of profound concern Melody, with her keen eye for detail, could not help but notice that fleeting moment. 

A wave of self–deprecating laughter washed over her. How could she have been so foolish in her past life, believing that Ulric’s mediocre acting was a genuine reflection of his love for her inner beauty, despite her ugly appearance? 

A smirk played on her lips as she indulged in these thoughts, her face contorted in a mask of derision. 

Ulric looked at her expression, momentarily taken aback. He couldn’t help asking, “Miss Fox, what’s so amusing?” Melody stifled her laughter and replied calmly, Tmi laughing because… why are you forcing yourself? Nobody wants to have a conversation with me because of my face. Why do you feel compelled to talk to me? Don’t you find it repulsive?” Ulric stared at her with widened eyes, feeling as though his innermost thoughts were being scrutinized. However, he quickly regained his composure, shook his head and said, “Miss Fox, please don’t say that. Even if you’re currently dealing with a skin condition and that’s why those things are on your face, I still think you’re beautiful. Beauty isn’t necessarily about appearance; it’s more about inner qualities and personality. What do you think?” 

Melody felt like she was witnessing a self–directed comedy. She retorted mockingly, “Mr. Ulric, you are quite the smooth talker. You are the first person to find me beautiful. You would better not say such things Lies make noses grow longer. 

Ulric, realizing his attempts were futile, seemed a bit taken aback by her lack of response. He awkwardly chuckled and said, “Miss Fox, you have a great sense of humor, 

“You too,” said Melody. 

Ultric continued, “However, I’m not lying or being polite. I’m speaking from the heart. If you weren’t beautiful, how could you be Silverlake’s top socialite?” 

Melody paused, suddenly realizing that Ulric might have mistaken her for Mabel. 

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“Silverlake’s top socialite. Melody murmured softly.