Melinda President Fox’s Love

Chapter 49

Chapter 49 Mind Your Own Business

“Fine, don’t fall for me. Because I won’t fall for you,” said Melinda stubbornly.

Stanley held his phone up again. “Don’t worry. I won’t fall for you

either.”

“Good,” she said. “So, we have an agreement.”

“This is the kids’ wish.” Stanley took another photo. “Ten wefies at the amusement park.”

Alarm bells rang in Melinda’s head, and she stopped in her tracks. “So, this trip is just you fulfilling their

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“Yeah. You thought it was something else?” Stanley asked.

Well, this is awkward. Melinda thought that was embarrassing.

They exchanged a look.

Zack was starting to get a little panicky. No, you aren’t doing it for the kids. Just say you guys like each other. Sir, you wouldn’t have gotten on the ride if not for the madam. You could’ve just said no.

A pause swooped down on them, and Melinda frowned as a hint of sadness grew in her heart. I thought he actually wanted to go on a date with me.

There was a bar near the amusement park. It had a simple design and the novelxo.com fast updatewalls were painted in basic colors-black, white, and gray. Not every bar had to have a dance floor. This bar was simple and retro.

Monica went inside and got herself a cocktail. She then sat in a quiet corner, listening to the song the gramophone was playing.

“Like strawberry wine and seventeen. The hot July moon saw everything.”

“My first taste of love, oh bittersweet.”

It was an old song, but one that fitted her situation. She felt sadness stirring in her. It was unacceptable that Stanley was with Melinda. She couldn’t lose him. She couldn’t fall out of love with him no matter how she tried. From the moment she was reborn, she was living only for him. She downed half her cocktail, and the searing sensation brought tears to her eyes.

All of a sudden, the sound of a glass being smashed pierced the air, and all the patrons looked in the direction of the sound. They were shocked.

“Hey, she’s just trying to do her job. Why did you touch her?” A young man was pointing at a pudgy man sitting on the couch. “No means no, so let her go.”

The man’s jowls trembled. He flung the shocked waitress away and got up, ready to fight. “Mind your own business, kid!” He swung his fist at the lad.

The lad moved away quickly, obviously having trained to deal with this situation. The men got into a fight over a woman, and the sounds of them smashing the furniture echoed across the room. They ran around the bar as they fought, sending the other patrons running. Soon, security guards came to stop the fight. and some even called the cops.

Monica felt her heart squeeze when she saw who the lad was. She quickly got up and approached him. “Stop it right now, Mervin!”

The lad turned around, and the split second of distraction was all the pudgy man needed. His fist landed. squarely on Mervin’s nose.

“Mervin!” Monica was shocked.

Mervin staggered backward, and blood spurted from his nose. He covered it with his hand.

“Mervin!” Monica stepped ahead and held him. “Are you alright?”

The guards came and held the pudgy, man back, while Monica quickly pulled some tissues out of her bag. to stop Mervin’s nosebleed.

Twenty minutes later, they were all in the police department. “Call your family to bail you out. The bart lost fifteen grand from your tussle. Deal with it later,” the cop said solemnly.

“Hey, that’s his fault.” Mervin pointed at the pudgy man-now half-naked-angrily. “He was harassing the poor waitress. She was already saying no, so I helped. He swung the first punch.”

The pudgy man tried to swing another fist. “Hey, you mind your own business, punk!”

The cop pulled him back and warned, “Sit down. You’re in the police station.”

The officers interrogated them separately. Mervin and Monica were taken to a waiting room. Mervin was pressing down on his nose with a tissue. His bleeding had stopped, and he refused Monica’s offer to take him to the hospital.

The pudgy man in the interrogation room arrogantly said, “Hey, he poked his nose where it didn’t belong. It’s a bar. It’s normal to flirt around.”

Worried, Monica extended her hand. “Give me your phone.” Mervin held his nose and said nothing as if he didn’t hear her, nor did he look at her. Stubbornness was written all over his face. “Now,” Monica

said. If she was the one who made the call, Stanley wouldn’t pick it up.