บททั้งหมดของ Revenge on My Ex-husband: บทที่ 231 - บทที่ 240

Melody hung up Ethan's call, then promised Frederick she would take care of the collaboration project.She didn’t specify how, but Frederick sensed she was resistant to cooperate with Christopher. Thus, he ended the conversation.Seeing that Melody was upset, Luna took her to a newly opened Japanese restaurant for dinner."It’s good, right? The vibe here is great. All the ingredients are flown in. They’re fresh and delicious!"Luna enjoyed good food and life. She made the dinner wonderful.The sushi in that Japanese restaurant was made into cute little animals with smiling faces. Melody was warmed by her best friend's attentiveness, and felt much more relaxed.Friends were the best time killers. When they finished their meals, the sky had turned dark. Melody paid the bill, and left with Luna.The Bailey family’s chauffeur was waiting in the parking lot.Luna was reluctant to leave. She took Melody's hand, and said sadly, "I don’t want to go home yet. I still have so much to tel

Melody's footsteps came to a halt.Christopher had reminded her of that time—she was holding a cake that morning, and was begging him pathetically to stay and dine together.So, that was his intention—to remind her of that ugly time and humiliate her.Melody pursed her lips, displeasure written all over her face as the unbearable memories came to mind. "I don’t remember."Christopher doubted it. "It's only been a month!"After a pause, he continued, "Why didn't you tell me about your amnesia that day?"Melody frowned, and glanced at him. "Why would I? We would divorce, anyway. It happened before we divorced."Christopher was angry at her indifference and ruthlessness. His chest grew tight, and his frown deepened. "Liar."Melody was stunned. Could he be reasonable for once?! She was suffocating! She grumbled in her heart; she made space for him and Talia, so he should be grateful!Christopher looked deeply upset. "Excuse me? You kept so many things from me—your amnesia, ident

“Mel, our little cousin wants to see you. She admires you." Smiling, Evelyn walked forward while holding Amelia’s hands.Melody ignored Evelyn, and instead asked Amelia gently, "Amelia, is that true?"Amelia had kept everything Evelyn said in mind, and agreed obediently. "Mm!"Evelyn smiled warmly, and rubbed Amelia's head lovingly. "She likes you a lot, Mel. We’re cousins—I know I was wrong before, but Amy’s under our care now. We should set her a good example, right?"Melody almost laughed. Once again, she was amazed by Evelyn’s utter stupidity. This moron’s intention was as clear as day!Evelyn didn’t notice the sarcasm in Melody's eyes. She turned slightly, and gave Amelia a wink.Amelia got the hint. Although she was timid, she was clever.She looked at Melody, and asked sweetly, "Mel, your lips look dry. Can I get you a drink?"Melody instantly knew Evelyn was up to something. "Go ahead, the kitchen is on the left," she said. She showed the way, and Amelia trotted

She didn’t need their fake love!Those words were like an alarm that woke Amelia up.She was touched. She wished she had met Melody instead of Evelyn when she came to Bayridge.Amelia pursed her lips. Approaching Melody, she lowered her head and admitted her mistake. "I’m sorry, Mel. Evelyn asked me to drug you because you’re a bully."Melody raised her eyebrows. "Do you believe her?""Of course not!" Amelia shook her head firmly. "No one has ever said that to me before. All everyone does is bully me, because no one cared about me. Even my father hates me. But you woke me up. You’re right, I don’t have to care about them! Why should I please them? Humph! If anyone bullies me again, I’ll let them have a taste of the sleeping pills!”Melody looked at the little girl with a smile. Amelia looked cute and weak, but in fact, she was quite tough. Since she realized her mistakes, Melody was willing to forgive and teach her."Since you’re willing to correct your mistake, I’ll cover for

Everyone’s gaze followed where Luke was pointing.A traditional ink bamboo painting hung on the wall. The bamboo stalks were curved like a bow, full of elasticity; the bamboo leaves were sharp as swords, poised and ready to spring into action. With just a few strokes, the painting depicted the heroic posture of bamboo standing tall against the wind. It made the viewers feel as if they could smell the fragrance of the bamboo forest and the aroma of nature.Luke’s eyes widened his eyes in amazement. "Isn't this the famous traditional ink bamboo painting by the master painter Quinton Zen? I thought I'd never see it again, but here it is...""Quinton" was just the pen name of the master painter. This master had always remained a mystery, known only through his pseudonym. His paintings were rare and highly valued.Even with such a high price, many people were still eager to obtain his works. Luke remembered seeing one of his works at an exhibition five years ago.After that, the master