Melody Strikes Back by Myra Walker novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62 

Mom “Mabel, startled, instinctively clutched at Yolanda’s sleeve.. 

Yolanda’s brow furrowed, a storm brewing in her eyes body, you… 

Before Yolanda could call out to Melody, she had al 

Mabel 

bel bit her crimson lower lip in anger, her eyes brimmi 

our swiftly 

that seemed ready to turn into blood and spill out 

Ever since the bitch Melody returned, there hasn’t been a moment of peace in the house. I really couldn’t stand it anymore‘ she wondered 

“Mom!” Mabel said indignantly. “You have to stop her! We need to teach her a lessont She’s made us a laughingstock today!” 

Yolanda gritted her teeth. There were still guests waiting outside for their cars, and going out to confront Melody now would only exacerbate the already bad situation. 

“No rush,” Yolanda took a deep breath and said, “Home is here. We’re not afraid she won’t come back. She might escape for a while, but she could not escape forever!” 

Mabel gritted her teeth, but she had to endure for the time being 

On the other side, Melody ran out quickly, catching up with Wilmot who was about to leave by car, “Mr. Sherman, wait a moment. Do you have time? Is it convenient to talk with me? 

Wilmot nodded without hesitation. “Thave time!” 

Melody was his great benefactor, and even if he was overwhelmed with work, he would say he had time. 

“Then let’s go to the coffee shop outside the community. I have something I want to confess to you!” 

Hearing this Wilmot was slightly taken aback, but he didn’t ask more, turned to the lady waiting for him, and said, “Sorry, ma’am, I have something to do, I won’t trouble you to take me back.” 

“Okay, no problem, call me anytime if you need anything!” The lady was delighted that Wilmot said sorry to her, immediately waved her hand happily, and got in the car. 

The two walked to the coffee shop outside the community 

The coffee shop wasn’t large, but it had decent privacy, and Melody requested a private room. 

Melody glanced at the menu and looked up to ask Wilmot. “Mr. Sherman, what would you like to drink?” 

Lave some water! 

“I’ll just have 

“Wright” She nodded and handed the menu to the waiter. “Please, an espresso Americano and a glass of plain water.” 

t a moment, the waiter said, taking g the menu and leaving 

“Sure, just a 

Melody turned to look at Wilmot, only to find him staring at her with a surprised expression. 

“What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?” Melody mouched her uneven face and joked. “Am I too ugly?” 

“No.” Wilmot shook his head. “Although I’m a stylist, I don’t have any prejudices about appearance. And I believe that what’s most important: about a person is never their appearance, but who they are as a person.“ 

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moment. Melady’s expression became sommerhat still. 

“Thanks but you should give it to your wilect 

Wilmer’s eyes darkened as he said. “My wife passed away in a car accident three years apo “ 

“sorry didn’t know 

“It’s okay. It’s been three years, and I’ve come to terms with her passing. I’ll give you this flower, nouiden 

to misunderstand. I just think