Fueled by anger, Melody flung all the boxes from the dresser, creating a chaotic mess on the floor.
Galen seemed to have anticipated her outburst.
He instinctively stepped back, narrowly avoiding getting hit by the flying boxes.
âIâd like to see what this bitch looks like! I will tear her apart!â
Melody seethed with such fury that she contemplated rushing over to Cyrusâ place to confront and possibly kill the woman.
But Galen intervened just in time, cautioning her, âMiss Hernandez, we donât have solid evidence yet.
If you go causing trouble with Mr.
Simmons, you might only end up making him resent you even more.
â
âSo, whatâs your brilliant idea then? Should I just sit back while they play Lovey-dovey? Even if he doesnât see me as his fiancee, he should at least have some respect for my family! I love him so damn much.
How could he do such a thing to me?â
Melody was on the verge of an emotional breakdown.
ALL she craved at that moment was to capture the audacious woman who had dared to seduce Cyrus and tear her to shreds!
Throughout their time together, Melody had surreptitiously driven away any woman who approached him.
Where the hell did this little bitch come from?
If she didnât get rid of this wench, her anger would never dissipate.
Aware of Melodyâs fiery temper, Galen cautiously suggested, âMiss Hernandez, you couldâ¦â
After she heard his suggestion, Melody gradually calmed down.
Her eyes now brimmed with a malevolent gleam.
With Nathan away at the border, Lucinda grew restless staying at his villa.
Thus, on the second morning, she decided to go to Cyrusâ place for lunch.
It had been years since she last savored Noelleâs culinary delights, and she longed to taste her cooking once again.
âCyrus, when did you get back? Why didnât you inform me? Noelle has been staying at your villa for a few days.
Has she caused any trouble for you?â
Leaning her chin on her hands, Lucinda looked at Noelle bustling about in the kitchen, engrossed in her cooking.
Seated across from her, Cyrus gazed at Noelle and remarked, âNo, Miss Moran is a wonderful girl.
She never caused me any trouble.
And her cooking is exceptional.
â
Lucinda smirked.
âSo, you should be grateful to me, right? After all, I sent you such a gorgeous chef.
â
With a smile playing on his lips, Cyrus continued to fix his gaze on Noelle, remaining silent.
As Noelle finished the final dish and placed it on the table, she noticed the two siblings sitting attentively and their eyes burning with anticipation.
They resembled two fledglings yearning to be fed.