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The chopper hovers noisily as it lands on the grasslands at the back of the mansion. Archie is the first person to get off the chopper as soon as the door creeps open. He glances at his pet cage for a while and smiles at the little bunny before striding inside the house without waiting for the rest.
Mr Gordon steps down next, he turns around and stretches out his arms for Melanie to jump into his open arms.
“Come on, you can’t stand over there forever. Let me help you down,” he yells to her when she seems reluctant to get down from the chopper.
The air from the chopper blade blows heavily, making Mr Gordon’s hair scattered all over his face.
“Are you sure you can carry me? I’m quite heavy you know,” she yells back to him, dabbing her face with her palm.
Mr Gordon scoffs loudly. “As if I haven’t carried you before. You’re lighter than the passing wind.” he cracks as he flips his head backwards.
“Okay. But if you fall, know you brought it upon yourself,” she warns, getting ready to jump down. “You sure about this?” she arches her brows, asking for the second time to make sure he was truly ready to carry her.
Mr Gordon looks over at Melanie. “What, you’re not thinking I can’t catch you, are you?” he quietly chuckle at her.
Melanie rolls her eyes at him. “I’m just saying; you know.” she grits her teeth in frustration. “Ready to jump,” she announces, moving back a little and jumping from up there.
Mr Gordon shifts a little to the back, he folds his arms to his chest, which makes Melanie land roughly on the grasslands with a loud thud; followed by a loud snort of Mr Gordon.
“Alfred! What the hell did you just do?” Melanie moans angrily as she hisses on the floor. She prop her elbows on the ground just so she could stare at his face.
“Letting you see the reason why you shouldn’t have doubted me.” he grins widely which triggers Melanie’s anger even more. “I told you I can do this, do you think I’m lying?”Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.
Melanie shook her head in pity. “Lord, please open the door to hell, your son is coming,” she yells and gets up from the floor, chasing after Mr Gordon who sprints after seeing Melanie’s furious expression.
“You can’t do this to me, you’re my woman and I’m your heart.” his giggles fill the air as he runs towards the front door.
“To hell with that vicious heart.”
Melanie panted heavily as she removes her shoe and throw it at Mr Gordon, the shoe hit him on his head which send him to the floor.
“Say that to me when I’m not angry.” she winks at him before rushing inside the house.
“Damn!” Mr Gordon hit his fist on the floor before standing up to his feet.
He stares down at his body and notices some dirt on his shirt. He dusts the dirt off his shirt and makes a turn back to the back of the mansion to fetch their stuff.
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The sounds of spoons hitting on glass plates are the only sounds that could be heard in the living room. Melanie stretch out her hand to grab a bottle of water, but it is a bit far from her reach. Archie pushes the bottle to her and she smiles out a ‘thank you’ to him.
She flicks the lid open and raises it to her mouth, but stops when she sight Mr Gordon staring at her.
“What?” she glared at him as he wouldn’t stop staring dagger at her.
“I’m thinking of what punishment I should give you for what you did.” he smile dangerously at her.
Melanie gulp hard then drop the water on the table. She stare at the man in front of her, her brain went numb as she couldn’t think of anything he might be planning to do with her.
The last time he punished her for insulting him, she nearly gave up the ghost. It was right there in the dining room, he was choking her so that it felt as though she was going to die.
Mr Gordon smile dryly when he notice the frightened look on her face. “Come on, I’m not punishing you now, it might be later, or perhaps in the future. Eat your food before it turns cold.” he nudges her shoulder and she gulps nervously.
“I think I’m done eating,” she mumbles and stands up to clear the table.
“Me too.” Archie let out, shoving the last piece of meat in his mouth. “I will help you with the washing.” he smiles, get out and started packing the used plate.
“Can you take your hand off the plate? There’s nothing left in it.” Melanie arch her brows as Mr Gordon wouldn’t release his plate.
“Sorry,” he laughs shyly and pushes the plate to her.
Melanie pack the plate and lower her head to meet his face. “Guess the food is sweet after all.” she winks and walks out of the dining room. She feel his gaze on her back but didn’t bother to look back.
“Mom, drop the plate in the sink I will do the washing,” Archie utters as soon as Melanie enters the kitchen.
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Melanie sits down on her bed, she turns off the light in her room as she is about to go to bed. She yawns lazily and gets under the duvet, ready to drift off to slumber land.
Her yawn fills the room, followed by a faint knock on her door. “Who is that?” she yells when the person wouldn’t stop knocking on her door.
“Open the door already.” Mr Gordon groans from the other side.
Melanie jump in fright when she hear his voice, her mind drift to what he said to her in the dining room. ‘Is he here to punish her’? Her heart beat at high speed.
“Mel?” he calls out to her again, reminding her he’s still at the door.
“I’m coming.” she blurted out, rolling down from the bed and rush up to the door to get the door for him.
She opens the door and step aside for him to step in. Mr Gordon steps in with his duvet in his hand, Melanie tilt her head to process what he’s about to do in her room with duvet in his hand
‘Don’t tell me he’s sleeping over here’? She gasp when the thought hit her. She turns around to see him sleeping on her bed with his eyes on her.
She walks up to him and notice the hungry look on his face, he takes in his bottom lip and licks it hungrily.
Melanie couldn’t tell what is going on with the look on his face. She trace his gaze and it landed on her roly-poly boobs.
“Wait?” Melanie gasps when reality is down on her. She wraps her hand around her boobs. ‘I’m wearing the fucking ‘fuck me’ net undies’ she gasps in fear.