Chapter 93

The Quintons all wore sly, knowing smiles. Melanie's ears burned so red that they almost bled, though she couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment or from being teased by his words. Just then, Derrick calmly said, "I'm tired. Let's go to sleep." The words sounded almost like he expected Melanie to go to bed with him. "Aren't you going to hang up?" he added. Only then did Melanie end the call, realizing a little too late that Derrick had been leading her around, and some of what he said had been teasing, even flirtatious. Derrick frowned as he watched Melanie standing frozen in place. "Aren't you going to help me to my room?" Ignoring the Quintons' curious stares, Melanie pushed his wheelchair up the stairs. She just wanted to get away from them as quickly as possible. Downstairs, Anna rubbed her chin. "Why do I feel like Rick treats this caretaker differently?" Walter nodded. "There's definitely a possessive streak there." Joanne gasped in shock. The usually quiet and broodi