Xo Novel
Chapter 11
Chapter 11 Deliberately Teasing Him
In recent days, Melody had devoted herself to a meticulous skincare routine, diligently applying ointments and eye creams. With the addition of ample rest, her beauty had reached its zenith.
With an air of confidence, she entered the living room, her steps unhurried. Softly arched eyebrows framed her face, honeyed lips caught the light with a subtle glimmer, and her complexion boasted a clarity and translucency that spoke of meticulous care.
Like a peach blossom bud on the cusp of blooming in early spring, a delicate pink blush graced her cheeks, evoking the image of a flower nurtured with tender care.
Her almond–shaped eyes held a captivating moisture, simultaneously alluring and innocent, endearing in their purity.
Felicity’s attention was immediately drawn to Melody’s leisurely stroll. She cast an admiring gaze over Melody’s figure, struck by her undeniable beauty.
Such complexion, such grace… truly irresistible to all!
But why is a stranger here!
Her brother’s volatile temper had driven everyone away, leaving only Bernard to weather his mood swings. And the revolving door of brides, each departing as quickly as they came, was another testament to Edward’s unpredictable nature.
The latest bride, whom Felicity had glimpsed in a photograph, was far from attractive, her face marred by, unsightly sores–a clear indication that she wouldn’t last long.
Was this the beauty aesthetician I hired?
After a moment of contemplation, Felicity gestured for Melody to approach. “Why linger there? Come, take a look at my face.”
Melody remained composed as she drew near.
With practiced ease, she crouched down to examine Felicity’s allergic symptoms–a once beautiful face now marred by festering wounds.
“Miss Moore, what triggers your allergies?” Melody inquired, her voice cool yet oddly reassuring
“Willow catkins, mangoes, eggs… just those,” Felicity replied, feeling the itch on her face intensified. Her hand instinctively reached to scratch the spot before Melody gently restrained her wrist.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.
“Your allergic reactions seem to extend beyond the usual suspects, Melody remarked, her tone carrying a note of concern. “It’s already autumn, yet cottonwood and mango allergies are quite unusual. Improper treatment could lead to scarring.”
Cottonwood typically only appears in spring, suggesting that Felicity was being deliberately targeted.
Melody vividly recalled from her past life how Felicity’s pride as a beauty was wounded by severe allergies. The once–haughty young lady caused daily trouble until Edward eventually expelled her from the Moore Residence.
Sensing Melody’s insinuation, Felicity’s eyes flashed with a dark glimmer as she commanded, “Bernard! Investigate who dares to harm mel”
“The fact that my face is breaking out while my brother is welcoming a new bride is ominous enough,” Felicity continued, her displeasure palpable. “And now my grandmother insists I accompany him, making matters worse. It’s as if she’s determined to ruin my happiness!”
With plain disdain evident, Felicity glanced at a photo of Melody on her wedding day, her expression filled with contempt.
Feeling beleaguered by misfortune, she grumbled, “Not only does she have a face full of sores, but her status as an adopted child also makes me a laughingstock in society. When I see her, I’ll put her in her place!”
In the socialite circle, the Shield family had never publicly acknowledged Melody’s identity, nor had they altered her household registration or name. She remained merely known as the foster daughter of the Shields among the wealthy elite.
Standing behind the two mistresses, Bernard wiped the sweat dripping from his chin, silently praying for Mr. Moore’s intervention. He felt as if he were caught in the crossfire of a battlefield.
Melody arched an eyebrow and offered a gentle smile. “Oh, am I truly that unattractive?”
“You’re indeed a beauty, unlike this woman…” Felicity’s words trailed off as she glanced at the photo, then back at Melody, blinking her eyes repeatedly as the realization set in.
Suddenly, Felicity reached out and touched Melody’s smooth, snow–white skin, marveling at its texture.
Wait, why is her skin so smooth, white, and tender?
“I’m Melody, Just a few days ago, I resembled that photo. I applied some of my own developed beauty creams, and my acne cleared up,” Melody explained.
“Beauty cream? How much for a bottle? I’ll buy it!” Felicity’s eyes sparkled with desperation for a solution.
“You’re my sister–in–law; how can I take your money?” Melody replied convincingly, subtly asserting her position in the Moore family.
By referring to Felicity as her sister–in–law, Melody subily declared herself Edward’s wife, aiming to gain Felicity’s favor rather than merely earning her money.
Moreover, Melody recognized that beauty and skincare were lifelong pursuits for women, and she believed that Felicity would eventually succumb to her charms.
Felicity’s “If you trust me, I’ll start by treating your allergy and swelling,” Melody continued, appealing to desires. “And as for the scars, I have a formula for scar removal and skin regeneration. It just needs some time to develop.”
Satisfied with Melody’s reassurances, Felicity nodded repeatedly as Melody went upstairs to retrieve the allergy and swelling ointment.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Felicity’s demeanor shifted. She frowned and tossed the ointment to her personal bodyguard, her tone cold and devoid of flirtation. “Go check if the formula is safe.”
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“And isn’t it standard procedure to discreetly monitor her movements?” Felicity continued, her voice tinged with concern. “Has Ed lost his mind? Allowing someone with an unknown background into the Moore Residence… Isn’t he worried that she might be… Felicity’s fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, the sound filling the room as her shadow loomed large in the dim light.
At the threshold of the study, Melody rapped lightly on the door.
She harbored no illusions that Felicity would hastily employ her healing concoction.
But that was of no concern; patience was a virtue she possessed in abundance.
Within the study, Edward’s gaze bore into the computer screen with icy intensity.
Upon the monitor, Felicity’s fingers delicately grazed Melody’s visage, tracing the smooth contours of her skin, its supple resilience captivating.
A primal instinct surged within Edward, an urge to quell Felicity’s restless touch with an iron grip.
His eyes darkened, his lashes fluttering with a mix of surprise and intrigue at the intensity of his burgeoning desires.
Upon recognizing the visitor at the door, Edward swiftly diverted his attention, his tone chillingly composed as he inquired, “Who is it?”
The study door stood slightly ajar, affording Melody the opportunity to peek through the crack, her almond–shaped eyes narrowed to crescent moons. With an affectation of innocence, she chimed, “Mr. Moore, it’s me.”
“Your personal flirtation therapist… um, physiotherapist she added, her voice a blend of sweetness and faux naiveté.
Edward’s brow furrowed imperceptibly.
Rowdy and foolish
Who had taught her such antics?
Melody, adept at gauging the atmosphere, pressed on, capitalizing on Edward’s lack of resistance.
In recent days, she had scoured for employment opportunities while using her earnings from a sideline voice–acting gig to replenish the depleted ingredients in her leg ailment treatment kit.
As for the lonic Rehab, the portable electrotherapy device she had left at the Shield residence was a gift from her grandfather upon her return. Crafted by the master artisan, Master Jose, only two sets existed, and hers had met an untimely demise.
Her electrotherapy technique remained shrouded in mystery, necessitating a steady supply of adhesive electrode pads.
Lacking replacements at the moment, Melody had to resort to an inferior version of the Ionic Rehab, prolonging the process significantly.
“If you have something to say, speak now. Otherwise, refrain from disturbing me,” Edward said, his thumb fidgeting nervously. He felt a slight uncase at her unwavering presence, as if she harbored a weighty matter to discuss.
His fingers idly manipulated the mouse, yet the computer screen remained blank.
In a swift motion, Melody advanced toward Edward, catching him off guard. Startled, he inadvertently double–clicked a video with his finger.
Edward’s hand froze on the mouse as if scorched by sudden heat, and he quickly released it.
“It appears the reason Mr. Moore wishes not to be disturbed is because he’s diligently striving for his recovery, Melody remarked, a sly grin dancing at the corners of her lips.
“So, how about it? Do you feel anything after seeing it? A flicker of mischief glinted through her eyes.
As Melody leaned in, seemingly to peer at the screen, Edward’s temple throbbed fiercely. He seized the girl by the nape of her neck, pulling her away with a firm grip.
His hand obscured her eyes, and through gritted teeth, he admonished, “Melody, have you no shame?”
For the first time, Edward felt flustered, sweat trickling down his forehead as the incessant hum of the -Computer filled the air.
Tension simmered in the study, palpable and suffocating
At Melody’s teasing words, her grin widened, “Is this your first encounter with such content, Mr. Moore?”
Perched on the edge of the wheelchair like a playful bird, Melody knelt on the ground, her laughter ringing mischievously through the room.
Started by the commotion emanating from the study. Bernard hastened inside. “Mr. Moore, what’s happening?” he inquired urgently.
But it was too late.
The room fell into silence, save for the muted sounds within, with Melody half–kneeling before the wheelchair, her gaze obscured by Edward’s hand.
Edward’s cheeks flushed crimson as he cast his gaze downward, his expression pinched with embarrassment,
In the next moment, his voice rang out in anger, “Bernard, who placed those items on my computer! Remove them at once!”
I can’t believe Mr. Moore is actually panicking
Old Madam Moore, may your wishes be fulfilled in this thriving world!