Chapter 231 The Drawing 

Chapter 231 The Drawing 

Does that mean it was impossible to determine a winner? 

He spoke up and forcibly pulled the focus back to the tea competition. 

“Ahem, since you’ve all completed your respective performance, let’s zoom in the camera and have the professors come forward to judge them, Truman declared. 

As soon as he finished, Melanie shot him a sharp glare. 

Alfred could sense the tension in the air and quietly leaned closer to Melody. 

His brow furrowed as he glanced at the alarming red marks on her face. He asked stiffly. “Melody, if it itches too much, don’t hold back. You can pinch me.” 

In their family, the most direct way for women to express their upset was through this. 

He had been pinched by his mother when being berated. 

Alfred had also received the same treatment during private squabbles with Felicity. 

He had already grown accustomed to it 

Alfred just wanted Melody to let off some steam. 

Melody glanced at his pale, slightly flushed ears and stiff words. 

A smile broke her face, and she praised, “You really know how to care for others. 

“Whoever marries you will definitely be happy every day,” she added, for Alfred had a knack for making those around him smile. 

Alfred blushed at the compliment. 

He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, his ears growing even redder. 

He felt a familiar chill approaching from behind, smirked mischievously, and suddenly declared, “Well, then you can marry me!” 

“After all, you haven’t gotten a marriage certificate with my brother yet, right?” 

Once Alfred said this, he quickly slipped away and sought refuge from his mother. 

Edward shot him a fleeting glance, completely unfazed by his provocation. 

The tall figure stood upright behind Melody, his large and securely gripping her slender waist. 

As if he couldn’t help it, Edward leaned in to plant a solt kiss on her lips, as if they were the only two people in the room. 

Melody’s lips parted slightly, feeling the man passed her a pill