Chapter 32: Reluctant to Treat Me to a Meal?

Melinda had no idea that every time she pushed him away, it was like igniting a fire in Raymond's heart, making his possessiveness surge like a tide, yearning to possess her more deeply.

In the next second, their positions reversed, and they both fell onto the soft sofa.

Melinda struggled back from the edge of losing control, glaring at Raymond on the bed, gritting her teeth and cursing, "Raymond, you bastard."

Raymond's eyes flickered, as if he was momentarily lost.

Just now, he had a strong impulse to completely possess her.

That desire almost drove him crazy.

He silently got up.

He walked to the kitchen, took out a bottle of ice water, and drank a few gulps to cool his body down.

Late at night, Melinda lay in bed with Sam, and the scene from earlier involuntarily flashed through her mind.

Her body felt as if it had been electrified, the tingling sensation startling her.

Since being assaulted five years ago, she had kept her distance from men, refusing any physical contact.

But why did Raymond evoke such a physiological reaction in her? Was it because of his overwhelming charm?

No! Melinda firmly rejected the thought in her heart.

He was Emily's man, and she found him disgusting.

In the morning, she rushed home to change into clean clothes, dropped Sam off at kindergarten, and hurried to the lab for work.

The atmosphere in the morning meeting was tense and serious.

Tenley's gaze was like a needle piercing Melinda.

Melinda's heart tightened, but she didn't understand why Tenley was so hostile towards her.

As soon as the meeting ended, Tenley blocked her path.

"Melinda, you're such a slut, seducing everyone," Tenley said mockingly.

Melinda frowned and retorted without backing down, "Did I provoke you? Why are you being so harsh early in the morning?"

Melinda took a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions.

Around eleven o'clock, she mustered the courage to dial Raymond's office number.

"Hello!" Raymond's unique magnetic voice came through, making her heart skip a beat.

"I said I owe you a meal," she tried to keep her voice steady.

"Okay! I'll choose the restaurant," Raymond's response was brief and firm.

Melinda awkwardly touched her wallet, wondering what she would do if Raymond chose a restaurant she couldn't afford.

She tried to save her wallet, "I know a good restaurant... how about..."

"What? You don't want to treat me to a meal?" Raymond's voice carried a hint of teasing.

"Of course not! You choose then!" Melinda gritted her teeth and decided.

After hanging up the phone, Melinda let out a breath.

Raymond seemed determined to make her spend a lot, but since he saved Sam last night, she owed him this favor.

Close to eleven-thirty, Melinda received a text from Raymond: "Meet me in the parking lot in ten minutes."

She replied with "Okay," then grabbed her bag and headed straight for the elevator.

Sitting in Raymond's car, Melinda anxiously wondered which high-end restaurant Raymond would take her to.

However, as the car drove into a familiar area, she was surprised to find it was heading towards her home.

"Mr. Thomas, is the restaurant you chose near my house?" she asked curiously. "Yes," Raymond replied indifferently.

When the car stopped at the entrance of her neighborhood, Melinda was stunned. Wasn't Raymond supposed to take her out to eat? Why did they stop at her house? She looked at Raymond in confusion.

"You buy groceries and cook for me," Raymond said, looking at her with deep and determined eyes.

Melinda was completely dumbfounded. Raymond actually wanted her to go home and cook for him?

This turn of events was too unexpected!

Raymond slightly curled his lips, turned around, and lazily sat back on the sofa, his eyes never leaving her busy figure, as if admiring a piece of art.

At some point, Melinda's every subtle movement could easily tug at his heartstrings, making it impossible for him to look away.

In the kitchen, Melinda skillfully stir-fried dishes while making soup, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

She regretted not insisting on eating at a restaurant, sparing herself the current trouble.

Finally, several dishes were neatly placed on the table.

Melinda was about to call Raymond to eat when she noticed he had already walked to

the balcony, where her clothes were hanging, including her conspicuous underwear, making her blush instantly.

"Mr. Thomas, dinner is ready," she called out awkwardly.

Raymond withdrew his gaze, secretly pleased.

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He had already taken in her beauty, her voluptuous body even more enticing than he had imagined.

This inexplicable sense of satisfaction put him in a good mood.

At the dining table, Raymond elegantly savored each bite, as if he were in a high-end restaurant.

Watching his slow and deliberate eating, Melinda couldn't help but feel a small sense of accomplishment.

Could her cooking really be that good?

After the meal, Melinda walked to the bathroom, her reflection in the mirror looking a bit tired. She splashed some water on her face, then took out makeup from her bag and skillfully reapplied a light layer to cover the smudged makeup from sweating.

Meanwhile, Raymond sat leisurely nearby, playing with Melinda's cup as if it were a fascinating toy.

He gently lifted the cup, took a sip of water, his eyes revealing a hint of satisfaction. Melinda, helpless, could only use a disposable cup to quench her thirst.

After cleaning up the dishes, Melinda checked the time and said, "Mr. Thomas, we should probably get going."

"I'll rest a bit before we leave," Raymond said, closing his eyes to rest. Melinda looked at him speechlessly. Was he planning to take a nap at her place? Taking advantage of the opportunity, she started tidying up the scattered items. When she saw Sam's toys on the sofa, she went over to pick them up.

At that moment, Raymond suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing in his cold

gaze.

He quickly grabbed Melinda's wrist and pulled her into his arms. Losing her balance, she fell onto him, and in a whirlwind, he had her pinned on the sofa.

"You... Raymond, what are you doing? Aren't you afraid I'll report you for repeatedly harassing me?"

Melinda's beautiful eyes showed a mix of panic and warning. She knew bringing him home was a bad idea; Raymond was like a beast in heat.

"Go ahead! I'd like to see how you plan to deal with me."

Raymond's hoarse voice questioned, his eyes burning with intense flames, and he

didn't forget to blow on Melinda's neck as he spoke.

Melinda's cheeks flushed, and she stammered, "You... you're shameless."