Chapter 7: She Looks for the Next Partner

Melinda met Stanley's gaze with neither humility nor arrogance.

Tenley, on the side, was so scared that she didn't dare to breathe.

What happened to Melinda, who was usually so good-tempered? Did she eat gunpowder today and become explosive?

Stanley was their client and benefactor.

Seeing the situation was not right.

Genevieve hurriedly spoke up, "Sorry, I misunderstood Ms. Beaufort's meaning. It was my wild imagination."

Melinda gave a perfunctory smile, "Then next time, Miss Roosevelt, don't overthink it, so I won't become the villain."

As she spoke, she glanced at Stanley, whose face was cold.

"Excuse me, I need to go to the restroom."

Melinda walked away gracefully in her 3.15-inch stiletto heels.

She stood at the sink, carefully washing her hands, and sighed silently as she looked at her somewhat haggard reflection in the mirror.

Just because of a few words from Genevieve, Stanley couldn't wait to come over and defend her.

When she first joined the company and was being bullied by her superiors, Stanley would get impatient when she complained to him.

He even told her that if she couldn't handle it, she should quit.

She suddenly realized that Stanley always knew how to love and take care of someone, but that person was never her.

When Melinda came out of the restroom, Stanley had already left.

The recent confrontation made the gossip light in Tenley's eyes even brighter.

She spoke with firm conviction, "There must be love and hatred between you and those two people. Oh my God, when you fought back against Mr. Douglas just now, I wanted to cover your mouth so badly, afraid he would be harsh."

Melinda took a tissue from the table, dried her hands, and then responded.

"You're overthinking it. I just remember that our main job here is to draw, and I can't be wronged without fighting back."

Tenley touched her chin and thought carefully, "That does make sense. But I feel that Miss Roosevelt's words always have a hypocritical tone, and Mr. Douglas really dotes on her. Maybe she'll be Mrs. Douglas in the future."

Melinda silently nodded in agreement with this speculation.

After they divorce, Stanley will definitely be eager to marry Genevieve. By then, Genevieve will indeed be Mrs. Douglas.

Tenley covered her face, full of infatuation.

"People's fates are different. When will I meet someone as rich and handsome as Mr. Douglas? And have a passionate office romance with him."

She lowered her voice and spoke in Melinda's ear.

"I heard that a man's sexual ability can be judged by his nose and fingers. Mr. Douglas has such a high nose and long fingers; his lovemaking ability must be strong. He's the perfect partner."

Melinda almost choked on her own saliva and silently took a sip of water.

It was the first time she had heard such a theory, but everything Tenley said was true.

Every time Stanley made love, it was urgent and fierce.

He wouldn't stop until he had exhausted her.

Last time, they even used up all four condoms at home.

In the end, she had to take a morning-after pill.

Melinda snapped out of her thoughts and coughed uncomfortably, "Let's not discuss these personal topics."

Tenley leaned back in her chair, raising her hands to the ceiling.

"Oh God, give me a man like Mr. Douglas."

As soon as she finished speaking, the protagonist of the story suddenly pushed the door open, scaring Tenley so much that she almost bit her tongue.

She quickly lowered her head, full of panic, and hurriedly changed the subject.

"By the way, Melinda, I have a college friend who's planning to move to this city. He's handsome, steady, and reliable. I think he'd be perfect for you. Do you want to meet him?"

Everyone in the company knew Melinda was single, and some even bet on when she would finally agree to find a boyfriend.

Melinda glanced at Stanley without showing any emotion and lazily curled her lips, "Sure."

Tenley was pleasantly surprised, "Really? My friend is really great. You two will definitely have a lot in common. I'll send you his contact information later."

"No problem."

Melinda made an OK gesture.

She didn't miss the increasingly gloomy look on Stanley's face.

But so what? They were getting divorced, and it was perfectly normal for her to find someone new to date.

Stanley's eyes were cold and icy, "Ms. Beaufort, come to my office."

Melinda pursed her lips but followed Stanley.

As soon as she walked into the office and turned to close the door, Stanley cornered her.

His arm blocked Melinda's only way out, trapping her between his body and the wall.

Melinda looked puzzled.

What did this mean?

Melinda crossed her arms over her chest, defensively staring at him.

"What does Mr. Douglas mean by this? Did Miss Roosevelt twist the facts in your ear again, and now you're here to vent your anger on me?"

A dangerous glint flashed in Stanley's eyes as he coldly spoke, "Are you already prepared to find your next partner? Are you so eager to meet that man you've never met?"

"Yes, I'm definitely looking forward to what my next relationship will be like."

For some reason, Melinda detected a hint of jealousy in Stanley's tone.

Was he jealous?

No.

Impossible.

Stanley must be feeling possessive.

"Mr. Douglas already has his next partner lined up during our marriage, so it's not excessive for me to just add a contact, right?"

Stanley's narrow eyes slowly narrowed, "I dare you to try adding it."

A simple sentence, but it was full of warning.

He grabbed Melinda's wrist, and the sudden pain made her face change.

She stared at him with some dissatisfaction, "You're hurting me."

Melinda's skin was delicate but extremely sensitive. A little force would leave a large red mark on her tender skin.

Stanley loosened his grip slightly but still stared at her intently.

"I want to give you a gift. What do you like?"

The sudden change in topic almost made Melinda lose track.

And what surprised her even more was that she seemed to see a hint of tenderness in Stanley's eyes.

An illusion.

It must be an illusion.

She still remembered Stanley angrily coming to support Genevieve just now.

"I don't like anything. I can't afford Mr. Douglas's gifts."

This answer only made Stanley more dissatisfied.

"How about a gemstone? What kind do you like?"

Melinda instinctively replied, "A ruby."