Reborn To Remarry My Ex Husband

Chapter 18 Feeling Cherished

Melody chuckled and nodded, her voice light. “Of course. I’ll take good care of Eddie.

Inside the master bedroom, Melady attended to Edward, administering massages and applying essential oils to his body. After his bath, she emerged from the bathroom clad in a pristine white lace nightgown.

Observing her with a cool, discerning gaze, Edward spoke, his tone cutting. “Melody, Grandma isn’t here. Aren’t you tired of this charade?”

“Are you truly intent on sharing a bed with me tonight

Edward scrutinized the accounts Melody had transferred his funds into all belonging to YM Capital, a small but significant asset left by her brother Martin. He discerned her intentions: investing the money he had given her into business ventures rather than personal expenses.

“As your husband, is it not natural for us to share a bed? Melody retorted. “Must you persist in guarding your innocence?”

Melody smirked mischievously, her clear apricot eyes twinkling with mischief. With deliberate grace, she approached, the contours of her figure accentuated by the white silk nightgown. She leaned in, tempting Edward to lower his guard.

She moved with calculated steps, the contours of her youthful form accentuated by the delicate embrace of a white silk nightgown. As she stooped down, her curves held a subtle allure, coaxing Edward’s defenses to falter.

Edward offered a sardonic grin, his tone playful as he quipped, “If you desire the comfort of the bed, by all means, help yourself. You’re well aware… I cannot lay a hand on you.”

His gaze swept over her figure, devoid of any discernible emotion.

Progress in therapy required time, a fact Melody acknowledged all too well.

For her to brazenly approach the bed seemed almost like an affront to him.

Melody leaned closer, fingers reaching to tousle his unruly black locks, a light chuckle escaping her lips. “Edward, are you sulking because you can’t have me?”

“Poor thing. I suppose I’ll retire for the night.”

With that, she ascended the bed, taking her place on the far side. The distance between their bodies was substantial enough to accommodate several more.

A woman shouldn’t yield to a man so easily.

In contrast, indignation might leave a more enduring impression!

Unfortunately for Edward, sleep eluded him once more. The warmth of her presence felt tantalizingly close yet painfully distant.

Tossing and turning until the midnight hour, he finally snapped in frustration, “You wicked woman!”

But there was no reply–she had already drifted off to sleep.

Had he made a promise to Grandma… to take care of me?

At the crack of dawn, Melody stirred from her slumber

The constant stream of people entering and exiting the master bedroom had disrupted her rest.

Irritated by the lack of proper sleep, she was on the brink of unleashing her frustrations on someone.

However, she was met with Bernard’s respectful presence at the wardrobe door. He greeted her promptly upon her awakening, “Madam, you’re up.”

“Mr. Moore has instructed that your attire must uphold the dignity and pride of the Moore family; hence, only garments of superior quality are deemed acceptable. The dressing room has been revamped to showcase a plethora of designs from top–tier brands, allowing you to select at your leisure

Caught off guard by the sudden change, Melody wrapped herself in a coat and hurried barefoot toward the dressing room.

Within, an array of bespoke clothing, exquisite jewelry, and limited–edition handbags from renowned designers adorned the walls.

Edward had granted her what she once envied in Suzanna; some pieces even surpassed hers in opulence and craftsmanship.

A warmth swelled within her as she examined each item, admiring their elegance and allure.

A sensation unfamiliar to her stirred. Was this what it meant to be cherished by someone?

“Edward, you truly know how to bring joy to a girl,” she murmured to herself.

Her almond eyes gleamed with newfound delight as she changed into a luxurious red dress and hastened. to the study.

Boldly swinging open the door, she entered with purpose, her sights set on Edward.

Draping her arms that were adorned in vibrant red around his neck, Melody planted a kiss on his cheek.

“Mr. Moore, your generosity knows no bounds.”

“I’m almost moved to tears by your financial prowess!”

Her excitement was palpable, and Melody beamed, her eyes alight with joy.

Unbeknownst to her, Felicity sat across the desk, her expression one of disbelief.

Edward was taken aback by Melody’s sudden display of affection. His demeanor stiffened slightly as he gently pushed her away, cautioning. “Melody, please act with decorum.”

“Mr. Moore, if you reject my advances once more, I will be forced to inform Old Madam Moore of your peculiar attachment to Bernard!”Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Felicity, who had some faint scars left from her previous allergic reaction, had originally come to find Melody. However, she was stopped by Edward outside the master bedroom and had to sit in the study, waiting for Melody.

Felicity, bearing faint scars from a prior allergic reaction, had intended to seek out Melody. However, she found herself detained by Edward outside the master bedroom, thus confined to the study.

To her astonishment, she stumbled upon a startling revelation!

With a scoff, Felicity mused aloud, “Well, this was certainly worth the wait!”

Bernard, the solitary man who had just entered the study, remained perplexed by Felicity’s cryptic statement.

Women, he mused, are an enigma. Whether he’d ever fathom their intricacies remained uncertain.