Chapter 20

"Stop it!" Derrick exclaimed. His sudden command made Melanie pause mid-movement. She asked curiously, "What's wrong, Mr. Quinton?" "I'm tired. I want to sleep." Melanie helped him lie down and pulled the blanket over him. With his eyes closed, he frowned slightly. Without speaking, he lacked the vigor and energy a young man was supposed to have. Instead, he carried a calm, restrained air, as if he had already weathered many storms. He was almost godlike. That night, it was still the same for him. When he was in pain, his brows would tighten. When he felt relief, his lips parted just enough to make someone want to kiss him. Melanie had never been a superficial person. However, she had to admit that Derrick was good-looking. Her gaze must have lingered on him for too long because when he suddenly opened his eyes, their gazes locked. He snapped, "Quit staring at me! Lights out! Sleep!" Melanie, wearing a wronged expression, turned off the lights and walked out. That night, De