Chapter 48

Melody's tone was soft yet firm. The faint scent of disinfectant lingered in the air. It was suffocating enough to make her feel short of breath. She had always known about Jeremy's severe germaphobia. That was why she had even gone to Felicia's place to shower and change again before coming home, just to be extra careful. But Jeremy still thought she was dirty. How could that not hurt her? Melody pressed her lips together, her gaze locked onto him. Jeremy met her stare with the same unfeeling indifference. His dark eyes looked even more detached under the soft glow of the orange-tinted light. He frowned and asked, "What's the connection between saving lives and you being dirty?" Melody stiffened, her words caught in her throat. She didn't know how to respond. Then his voice came again—this time, laced with unmistakable impatience. He said, "Do you need me to call someone to escort you out?" Humiliation crashed over Melody like a tidal wave, and she instinctively looked down