Chapter 21

"Oh, I'm so sorry," the woman hurriedly apologized to Melanie, dabbing at her with a napkin. "It's fine," Melanie responded. She wasn't the type to fuss over small things. She glanced at Derrick and said softly, "Mr. Quinton, I'll go clean up in the restroom." "Okay." Derrick's reply was as curt as ever. Wine stains couldn't be removed, so Melanie only managed to blot at them a little. Suddenly, the restroom door swung open again. Melanie thought that another woman had walked in until someone held her waist firmly and caged her in. The sharp tang of alcohol hit her nose. When Melanie looked at the mirror, she saw Shawn. "Melanie," he breathed her name. Then, he sniffed her hair and, with an obsessed look in his eyes, said, "I'll give you one last chance. Be mine, and I'll give you 500 thousand dollars every month." Disgust coursed through Melanie as she clenched her fists. She snickered and mocked, "Be yours? I'm older than you by more than a decade. Shawn, I didn't know yo