Chapter 18

Derrick could feel eyes on him. He lowered his head and looked at Melanie, asking, "How long do you plan to kneel next to me? Don't tell me you're getting funny ideas about me again." Melanie was rendered speechless by his accusation, and she immediately wanted to take back the praise she had just given him. She thought that it was impossible for Derrick to speak nicely without insulting someone with his sharp tongue. She stood up, holding the broken pieces of the teapot in her hand. "I hurt my hand, Mr. Quinton. Let me take care of it." Derrick glanced at her injured hand and said, "You did that on purpose." He was absolutely sure of it. Melanie pursed her lips. "But it really hurts," she said in a forced, petulant tone. Derrick's face almost seemed to turn green from how disgusted he was. He couldn't handle a woman in her 30s acting cute around him. "Go." Melanie felt as if she had been granted a second chance at life. She had left the office for only a few seconds when the el