Chapter 122 Breakfast
Chapter 122 Breakfast
Melody couldn’t go back to sleep after waking up from her nightmare.
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Her entire body was drenched in sweat, so she went to take a shower before going downstairs to prepare breakfast for Edward.
Edward didn’t stop her. He merely got into a fresh set of clothes and followed her downstairs.
Edward had broad shoulders and a slim waist, his long legs covered by the black trousers he had put on. His gray turtleneck sweater highlighted his elegant yet aloof personality.
His black hair was a little messy, and apart from the scar on his face that seemed a little sinister, he was extremely attractive..
Since Melody insisted on getting busy in the kitchen because she couldn’t sleep, Edward followed her down to the kitchen.
His eyes lowered. Edward stood behind Melody and wrapped his arms around her while she was cooking. He rested his hand against her slender waist and spoke in a low voice, “Mel, let me do it.”
Edward wasn’t the kind of man who would sit back while his wife did everything.
He had been independent before, and now, even if he did have a wife, he wouldn’t make a habit of letting his wife do everything.
At the end of the day, it was because he cared about her and didn’t want her to be too tired.
Bernard stood at the kitchen door, with heavy eyebags under his eyes.
He felt things had been really strange recently.
Previously, when Edward had been having meetings, Bernard would be the one who took care of Edward’s meals.
Now, Edward was personally cooking for his wife, so all Bernard could do was stand there with heavy eyebags and witness their affection for each other.
Does anyone know what I’m feeling? Bernard wondered.
However, another thought quickly flashed in Bernard’s mind.
Has Mr. Moore… ever cooked?
Taking the kitchen utensils from Melody, Edward easily lifted her into his arms, before
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lowering his head to press a kiss onto her forehead.
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He gently patted the back of Melody’s head as her slender body lay across his arms. Then, he said, “Darling, the kitchen has too much fumes. Wait for me outside.”
Melody felt a warm sweetness spread within her from Edward’s gentleness. Now, she wondered if she had just imagined the man from her past life who had imprisoned her and had been so possessive.
She nodded obediently, her hands around Edward’s neck, as she said, “Okay.”
As she finished speaking, she was ready for Edward to put her down so she could walk out of the kitchen.
However, Edward had carried her out of the kitchen before putting her down.
As he passed Bernard, Edward’s cold gaze swept across his assistant, his jaw slightly raised, as if he was showing off that he had a wife.
It was too early in the morning for this.
Not only had Bernard been forced to witness their affection, but now Edward had even shown off in front of him.
For a moment, he had no idea what to do.
However, Bernard didn’t dare say anything and could only stand rooted to spot, feeling. vulnerable, powerless and alone.
Edward brought Melody to the living room and sat her down on the sofa.
Then, he strode back toward the kitchen again, dragging Bernard into the kitchen, and closing the door behind them with a bang.
Bernard was speechless.
All Bernard wanted to do was scream that his bass had lost his mind.
However, at this moment, Bernard stood helplessly before. Edward. Even though he was six feet tall, Bernard hesitated to speak as he faced Edward.
Bernard’s cheeks were even a little flushed.
“Mr… Mr. Moore, why did you pull me into the kitchen like this?”
Brandon, who was Edward’s secret bodyguard, was left speechless from where he stood.
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What’s wrong with
my
brother?
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However, Brandon was indeed curious. Does Mr. Moore have some weird hobbies with my brother?
Standing outside the kitchen window, Brandon quietly moved a few inches and pulled down a corner of the blinds.
I’ll just take a peek.
“Of course, I want you to… make breakfast! Why are you blushing? What did you think I
wanted to do?”
Edward rapped Bernard’s head with his knuckles, expressing how speechless he was at this
moment.
“You know… as long as I am paid…” Bernard’s voice trailed off.
Bernard subconsciously obeyed all Edward’s instructions and always tried his best to give his boss a satisfactory work performance.
