Chapter 14 A Good Husband

• Jessica nervously peeked at Melinda and giggled. "I don't get what you mean. Did Emma do something?"
• "Nothing," Stanley replied, thinking it wasn't appropriate to talk about business at that moment.
• "Let's go. I'm going to take you to a place where we can try some of the best cakes in town!" Jessica seized Melinda's hand and walked away. As the ladies were leaving, Stanley was still able to overhear a faint whisper. "Thanks for the necklace. It's so beautiful. I love it so much."
• A replica? That was the word that flashed through Stanley's mind when he heard that. So, Melinda just counterfeited a necklace that looks just like Emma's?
• Later that night, Stanley's Rolls-Royce was parked in the yard at Emerald Harbor when they got home. After telling the butler to take the kids upstairs, Stanley sat down on the couch and kept his eyes fixed on the lady not far away from him, giving off a cold aura. "Do you have the slightest idea about how long you could be sentenced to jail for illegally counterfeiting jewelry?"
• "What do I have to do with that? Why are you even asking me that question?" Melinda appeared to be confused.
• "I heard what Jessica told you." Stanley continued to stare at Melinda with his piercing gaze. "You copied Emma's creation and counterfeited one that looked just like hers, didn't you?" While Melinda was worried about blowing her cover, the man went on to ask another question after the former didn't respond. "Are you interested in jewelry design?" The man sounded a lot gentler than before just when Melinda looked him in the eye and tried to read what was on his mind.
• "If you're interested, you could work in Fox Group." Stanley wanted to make good use of Melinda's talent after witnessing the exquisite necklace she had created. "You're Mrs. Fox now, so you mustn't plagiarize anyone else's creation and put yourself in a dangerous position again."
• "Wait a minute, where is your proof accusing me of plagiarizing? Did you see me copy or plagiarize the necklace? No, you didn't, and I doubt you have any proof to support your accusation, which means it's your word against mine. How can a blind man like you run a company this big? Oh my gosh!"
• Stanley's face was written with a scowl when he heard Melinda's sarcastic reply. After all, no one else had ever had the guts to talk back to him. Furthermore, he couldn't tolerate Melinda's selfish behavior because he was especially concerned with the Fox Family's reputation.
• Sensing the darkened look on Stanley's face, Melinda sensibly toned down her attitude to stop provoking him. "I could be Emma. Don't you think so?" As Stanley sized her up with a pair of furrowed eyebrows, Melinda shrugged her shoulders in an unconcerned manner and added, "Don't make me prove who I am because I don't need to do that. Neither do I need to give you an explanation." She made her way upstairs upon finishing her words while Stanley continued to sit on the couch and pondered coldly like a majestic lion that no other creature dared to go near.
• On the other hand, Melinda realized there was no other bed in the huge mansion, which left her with the only choice of sleeping with Stanley in the master bedroom. When she was done with her shower, she saw Stanley already sitting on the bed in a bathrobe with a book about economics in his hand. Nonetheless, he seemed to be distracted, just as Melinda felt the same way the moment she laid eyes on the man's face.
• As Melinda continued to stand squarely, Stanley closed his book and shifted his gaze to her. "Come here." His eyes were filled with coldness, but Melinda did as he said after taking a deep breath, thinking she should explain herself to him. However, as soon as she got to the bed, she suddenly felt the man clamping his hand onto her wrist.
• "Ah! What do you think you're doing?!" Melinda was caught off guard when she was pulled toward the man's arms.
• "I'm trying to be a good husband." Stanley felt his desires burning in his body.
• "What?!" Melinda was shocked.
• Before the lady could react, the man had already pinned her on the ground and demanded, "Who are you? Tell me."
• "I just did, didn't I?" Melinda tried to resist but was physically overpowered by the man. "Let me go." She didn't dare to shout because she was afraid of waking up the children.
• "What's your relationship with Shawn Grayson?" Stanley directly asked.
• Melinda's heart skipped a beat. Damn! Did he notice my distracted look at the banquet earlier tonight? That was just a split second before it was gone. He is scary!
• "You're just a lady who helps the poor in the village. How did you get to know the mayor's daughter? Also, you said you’re Emma. Where is your proof?"
• "Let me go!" Melinda growled in a low voice. "I don't care if you believe it!" Nonetheless, Stanley was physically superior, just like he used to be 7 years ago. For that, her struggle was rendered futile, no matter how hard she tried to free herself. Pinned down by the man, Melinda could feel his every warm breath grazing her skin, her heart pounding like a jackhammer.
• "You'd better answer me before I find it out myself."
• "Are you sure you didn't do any digging about that matter at all? Because it seems to me that you just failed to find anything useful!" Melinda looked down on the man in contempt. "Why couldn't I get to know them when you could? That's not fair! Let me warn you—you'd better not piss me off!"
• Upon hearing the lady, Stanley strongly felt that Melinda was hiding secrets from him. At the same time, a familiar scent that wafted from her body somehow got him aroused, just as his refusal to admit defeat prompted him to take off her bathrobe. The next second, the lady found herself in her birthday suit right in front of Stanley. "Stop! You b*stard!"
• With a pair of darkened eyes on his face, Stanley seized the lady's wrists and said, "I'm your legal husband, and you're merely just doing what you're supposed to do."
• "No, please!"