When Love Becomes a Cage (Melanie) novel Chapter 204

"Melanie, are you okay?"

Jade squeezed my shoulder, trying to lend me some of her strength.

All I could do was shake my head, at a loss for what else to do.

Suddenly, Rachel's anxious voice echoed down the hallway. "Clyde, Clyde, what's wrong? The headache again?"

I rushed out to see Clyde slowly sinking to the ground by the elevator doors, his face ghostly pale.

Jade and I hurried over.

"Clyde, what's happening to you?"

Just as I squatted down to reach for him, Clyde pushed me away and leaned towards Rachel instead.

"My head's killing me."

His voice was so pitiful. Rachel stiffened for a moment before letting his head rest against her, pulling out a pill from her purse.

"Take this, you'll feel better. Don't be stubborn, love, take your medicine."

Clyde listened to her, quickly swallowing the pill.

He clung to Rachel, a sight that was both striking and harmonious.

I remained squatting there, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

Jade helped me up, whispering words of comfort.

Rachel coughed awkwardly.

"Melanie, I got this from Merritt last time, worried Clyde wouldn't take his medicine."

I nodded, understanding.

Clyde only trusted her now, naturally only taking medicine she provided. He treated me like I was poison, probably thinking I'd drug him!

Colleagues were glancing our way, their looks filled with inquiry, curiosity, and more often than not, meaningful glances thrown between me and Rachel.

I knew the rumors would be swirling again tonight, but I was powerless to stop them.

At least, not yet ready to let the coworkers know about Clyde's memory issues.

After Rachel and Clyde left, my work pace significantly slowed down.

I smiled wryly, "Yeah, maybe an old-fashioned remedy could snap him back to reality."

Warren Chandler even sent me some international cases, most people recover clarity in about a month.

A month was bearable.

But seeing the gossip group's photos that night, I dreaded the long month ahead.

[Caught on camera, Mr. Patterson only wants Rachel. I bet Melanie is shattered.]

[Wasn't Mr. Patterson injured while saving her? Hope it's not just a PR stunt.]

[Mr. Patterson's flavor of the month changes so fast, no PR can save that!]

[If it were me, I'd have divorced by now. Take the money and run, why stick around for cold leftovers?]

The mention of divorce left a sour taste in my mouth.

Maybe under these circumstances, divorce was indeed the best option.