I Became His Sweetheart by Bright Eyes

Chapter 417 As Frightening As A Nightmare

“Shouldn’t you congratulate me, President Morgan? It feels great finding a backer who’s even more

powerful than you are,” Melanie said, grinning wickedly.

She had a precious baby inside of her right now; Jeffrey couldn’t bear to say a harsh word to her, even

jokingly.

He admitted defea and turned back to ask William, “Is the orange juice ready?”

“Right away, sir!”

William had instantly transformed into a kitchen assistant, and hurriedly served Melanie a glass of

orange

juice without delay. “Mrs. Morgan, enjoy.“.

“Thank you.” Melanie sipped on the juice, and looked up at William. “It’s been tough on you, William.

Your job description probably doesn’t include serving the president’s pregnant wife, does it?”

“Cough, cough.” William choked on his saliva, and responded in between coughs, “Please don’t say

that. This

is what I am supposed to do.”

“You don’t need to fear him that much. Annie and I are best friends. With me around, you don’t need to

be treading on thin ice with a despot breathing down your neck,” Melanie said, ready to stand up for

William at

the appropriate time.

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William chuckled awkwardly, and even thanked Melanie sincerely.

Not only was he living under the rule of President Morgan, but he was also being threatened by Ms.

Snow to take good care of Melanie–or face her wrath if he failed!

William took his leave to give them space to themselves, but Melanie suddenly stood up and pushed

Jeffrey aside, making a move to leave.

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“Quick, leave. I’m very busy and don’t have time to keep you company.”

“What are you busy with?”

“I need to go to the fragrance blending room.”

“You’ve already won the award. What do you still need to do in the fragrance bleeding room?” Jeffrey

asked

with suspicion.

“The fragrance blending room will be torn down tomorrow. I want to hurry back to revisit the entire

fragrance blending process throughout this competition. I was angry during the award ceremony today,

but now that I’ve calmed down and thought about it, what Aiden said made some sense.”

“He was deliberately picking on you!” Jeffrey said. His blood boiled at the thought of that man who

made things difficult for Melanie.

“Not entirely so,” Melanie insisted. “Even if he was picking on me, the fact remained that he had

something legitimate to say. I’ll be back soon. You should leave, too.”

With that, she went to freshen herself up, get changed and crossed the road to the fragrance blending

room.

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The sun set five hours later.

Jeffrey glanced at his watch for the umpteenth time. His brows were furrowed and he was antsy, but he

couldn’t rush Melanie to hurry back. The only thing he could do was to engage in roundabout tactics.

He called Cyrus, who seized the chance to tease him. “Wow, the sun is rising from the west! Are you

calling me because you upset my disciple and are asking me for mercy?”

“I really am calling for Melanie and I do need a favor from you, but for a different purpose.”

Jeffrey hurriedly explained, for fear that the talkative Elder Gibson might continue making things difficult

for

him.

“She’s already been in the fragrance blending room for more than five hours. She hasn’t been well

recently.. I’m worried that if this goes on, it might take a toll on her health.”

“Got it!” Cyrus said, and hung up.

Before ten minutes passed, Jeffrey saw Cyrus leave the hotel and swipe his access card at the

fragrance

blending room opposite.

“What are you doing here? Are you meditating, or helping them tear this place down?”

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Cyrus opened the door to Melanie’s fragrance blending room, his hands behind his back and a puzzled

look on

his face.

“Master! What brings you here?” Melanie asked in shock. This place was empty when she first arrived.

“I passed by and decided to come in to take a look. I didn’t expect to see you here,” Cyrus said, coming

up

with an excuse.

“Oh.”

Cyrus surveyed her from head to toe. “You’re not very talkative. Are you in a bad mood?”

Melanie said nothing, but forced a smile on her face.

“I’m all ears,” Cyrus said. He pulled a chair over, signaling for Melanie to share her thoughts.

Melanie sighed heavily. Her fragrance blending insights were things she couldn’t even share with

someone as close as Jeffrey, but it was different with her master. It was as if she finally found release

and began

offloading her thoughts to Cyrus.

“I thought about it for a long time just now. Aiden was right. My fragrances aren’t commercially

practical. I use more expensive ingredients, and it certainly appears as though I know little about

business operations and didn’t consider factors including cost, sales and marketing issues.”

“Do you want to hear my thoughts?” Cyrus said in a rare show of friendliness.

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Melanie nodded.

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“Some base notes are intense, some linger, some are refreshing, some are cloyingly sweet. All of them

are different, which is what makes it possible to blend an intriguing variety of fragrances, right?” he

said.

“I know what you mean. You’re trying to say that every perfumer has his own way of doing things, and

that is part of his personal style. But I think it’ll definitely be beneficial if we can break out of our comfort

zone at appropriate moments,” Melanie offered.

“Hmm…” Cyrus nodded. “You’re right, but it’s getting late. Have a meal with me. You can’t just rush

things in trying to break out of your comfort zone.”

“All right.”

Melanie did feel slightly hungry, so she followed him out of the fragrance blending room, into his car

and to a nearby restaurant for some food.

Jeffrey finally heaved a sigh of relief upon seeing their car drive off.

Before going back home, Melanie wanted to go to Medonia’s spice market to buy some specialty

spices back home. Jeffrey was worried about her safety, and arranged for a driver to send Melanie

there. He also had an entire vehicle of bodyguards to watch over and protect her.

On her way back from the spice market, they drove past a newly–built luxury estate.

Melanie glanced casually at the estate, and was surprised to see someone she didn’t expect to see.

“Stop the car!” she instinctively yelled.

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The driver stopped the car by the roadside. She looked at the pedestrian crossing right opposite them.

Although it had been a few years, that man’s face remained as frightening as a nightmare.

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