Chapter 36

“Miss, may I ask what your relationship is with Mr. Fuller?” the receptionist asked quietly.

“I’m his…mistress,” Melodyne replied faintly.

The receptionist was puzzled, wondering if there was such a young mistress. Why had Sheldon told her to treat Melody respectfully if that were the case?

Before she could ask further, the elevator doors opened, and Melody stepped inside.

When she arrived at the top floor, Sheldon was already waiting. He took the food box from her and whispered, “Mrs. Fuller, I was about to go downstairs, but…”

He added sincerely, “Also, you can ask me for anything.”

Melody understood he meant well and gave a small smile. “You take it in. I’ll leave now.”

“Aren’t you coming inside?” he asked.

“I don’t want to see his ugly face,” she answered indifferently.

Sheldon thought that was quite an accurate description.

Melody pressed the elevator button, ready to enter, when a voice boomed from behind, “Why are you standing here? Hurry up and bring it in!”

“Mr. Fuller, I’ve got the food,” Sheldon said.

“Was I talking to you?” Christopher snapped, giving him a sharp look.

Sheldon was speechless.

By this point, Melody was already in the elevator, not even wanting to turn around, waiting for the doors to close.

But halfway through, the doors opened again, and a large hand grabbed her arm, pulling her out forcefully. She lost her balance and stumbled, her back hitting a solid wall of muscle. She looked up to meet Christopher’s taut face.

“The food’s delivered, so why are you pulling me?” she asked coldly. Was Christopher out of his mind? What exactly did he want her to do—kneel and serve him the food?

“I haven’t eaten, so why are you leaving? You want Sheldon to send the lunch box in your stead? He doesn’t have time for that,” he said.

From this angle, Melody was pressed against him. For the first time, Christopher noticed how smooth and fair her skin was, and how delicate her features were—she truly was a natural beauty. But she was frowning, looking utterly annoyed, and trying to pull away.

“You can just take the lunch box home after work,” she said in exasperation, still unable to free herself from his firm grip.

Christopher remained silent, and beside them, Sheldon couldn’t help but mutter, “Mr. Fuller just wants to spend more time with you, Mrs. Fuller. But he can’t express himself properly.”

“How long are you going to hold onto me? You’re hurting me,” Melody said again, glaring at Christopher.

He immediately released her arm, his gaze shifting as he turned and said, “Follow me. You can take it back after I finish eating. I might be home late tonight.”

What difference did that make? There were plenty of lunch boxes at home.

Melody took a deep breath, not wanting to argue. It was just a matter of waiting a little longer—it wasn’t the end of the world.

Sheldon quietly followed, placing the food on the table. Noticing the opportunity, he slipped away and closed the door. Christopher sat on the couch, opened the lunch box, and saw the three dishes inside. He looked up at Melody and said, “I told you only to make one dish.”

“If you can’t finish it, just throw it away,” Melody replied coldly.

He was speechless. Looking at her attitude, he couldn’t help but feel irritated, but he forced himself to hold it in. He had caused Melody to be hospitalized for half a month, so it was normal for her to still be angry. But she had made him three dishes. She was just tough on the outside but soft on the inside.