Reborn To Remarry My Ex Husband

Chapter 8 Boldly Approaching Him.

Upon returning to the Moore Residence, Melody was dismayed to find her belongings strewn across the corridor outside the master bedroom. Approaching gracefully, she caught sight of Bernard poised to discard the latest medicinal pack she had prepared for Cameron Shield’s treatment.

Frowning, she chided him, “Bernard, that’s for Mr. Moore’s leg treatment. How dare you discard it?”

With lingering suspicions from her past life, Melody remained wary of Bernard’s intentions, recalling his skepticism towards her before. Bernard, feeling unjustly accused, respectfully explained, “Miss Shield, this is at Mr. Moore’s request…”

This time, he refrained from addressing her as “Madam.”

Mr. Moore’s intentions remained cryptic, and Bernard chose not to incur his wrath

Melody’s almond–shaped eyes lifted slightly at the corners, the teardrop mole beneath her left eye enhancing her captivating beauty. Her gaze turned cold as she retrieved the medicine pack from Bernard’s hand, her pink lips slightly parted as she inquired, “Where is Edward?” Her tone was light yet subtly intimidating.

She had administered an injection to him the previous night, but its effects were temporary.

Having administered an injection to him the previous night, Melody needed to continue the treatment uninterrupted. Swallowing a gulp, Bernard found himself compelled to be honest. “Rose Chamber,” he replied.

Recalling Edward’s preference for the Rose Chamber from her past life, Melody headed towards it, announcing her return through the glass door, her voice sweet and alluring. “Mr. Moore, I’ve returned!”

Even though he was seated in a wheelchair, Edward exuded a cold aura; his demon–like visage was a warning to anyone else who’d dare intrude.

Upon hearing her voice, his eyebrows twitched, and his long eyelashes tremored lightly, casting a faint shadow. His dark, cold eyes widened slightly, betraying his emotions.

What had this young girl consumed to possess such a melodious voice?

Too frivolous.

Moreover, why should he care about her return?

Excessively presumptuous.

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Chapter 8 Boldly Approaching Him.

Unperturbed by Edward’s lack of response, Melody boldly entered the chamber, recalling that she was the only one Edward permitted to do so in her past life. Observing her daring move from afar, Bernard anticipated her downfall.

It seems like it’s time to prepare a new bride for Mr. Moore! Bernard thought to himself.

However, even as time passed, the disaster he foresaw did not transpire. Within the transparent chambers, Melody knelt before Edward’s wheelchair. Her delicate fingertips. touched his legs, her small hands atop his larger ones.

Befuddled, Bernard approached carefully for a closer inspection.

Inside the Rose Chamber, Melody faced a slightly displeased Edward. His eyebrows were knitted together, displaying his annoyance. Meeting her gaze, he demanded, “Who gave you permission to enter? Leave.”

Though Edward’s tone was cold, he continued perusing company documents. Noticing his lack of anger, Melody bravely stepped closer, holding a physiotherapy kit.

Skillfully squatting before him, she gazed up and said, “Mr. Moore, has the effect of last night’s injection worn off? Can you still feel anything when I touch you like this?”

Not leaving any room for Edward to resist, Melody gently touched his legs with her fingertips. As her hand brushed against his pants, a faint static electricity crackled.

He found himself unable to resist gazing at her petite face, adorned with almond–shaped eyes set beneath elegantly arched eyebrows. The delicate flush of pink on her dimpled cheeks complemented her fair complexion, while her captivating, rose–colored lips emanated a magnetic charm.

When he finally got a hold of himself, he noticed that Melody was getting increasingly bolder with her touch. He gripped his armrest tightly, his knuckles turning white. “Melody, release me!” he boomed, his voice traveling through the chamber.

Leaning down, he grasped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Is this how you treat men’s legs?”

Even though he was wheelchair–bound, the man’s commanding presence remained unmistakable, his tall stature and imposing demeanor exuding an aura of intimidation. Coupled with his ominous countenance, it rendered him seemingly unapproachable.

Nevertheless, Melody remained unfazed. Rather, she flashed a teasing smile, her almond- shaped eyes shimmering with a suggestive glimmer. With a silvery, breathy voice, she said, “Mr. Moore, treating legs is quite different from treating… other issues.”

I am currently addressing your… other issue.”

“If you wish to recover, you must heed my advice.”

The girl’s audacious and straightforward remarks captured Edward’s full attention.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

He was curious to witness the extent of this bold girl’s resolve.

“Is that so?”

“Why would you be willing to devote yourself to a disfigured and disabled man like myself?”

Edward taunted lightly, a smirk playing on his lips as his rough fingertips casually brushed against the girl’s silky chin.

His touch wandered from her chin to her slender neck with careless ease….

He knew he could snap it with the slightest of pressure if he wished.

He harbored doubts that any woman would marry him without hidden motives.

His past six brides had all trembled in fear before him, as he expected.

But Melody proved to be different.

Melody’s lips curved into a mischievous smile in response to his words. “Mr. Moore, you seem to have overlooked something. You havent experienced an erection, nor have you provided me with the opportunity to assist you in that regard.”

“Furthermore, this is simply a standard medical procedure. From a doctor’s perspective, gender holds no significance.”

“In addressing impotence, it’s essential to assess your capacity for arousal. Let’s not overlook. the fundamentals.”

She refrained from admitting her deliberate attempt at teasing him.

The purported assessment served as a mere pretext.

With each word she spoke, Melody conveyed a clear, unspoken message: Edward, do not flatter yourself. I have no interest in your physicality.

Edward found himself taken aback by Melody’s audacity; his brows furrowed deeper, and his expression soured..

How dare she!

Outside the door, Bernard remained wide–eyed, stunned by Melody’s bold remarks.

Mr. Moore had always detested physical contact, and since the plane crash that left him disabled, his aversion to the opposite sex had only intensified.

Has he ever allowed a woman to approach him so intimately and freely?

Henceforth, refraining from addressing her as “Madam” would be impolite!

Melody composed herself and precisely located Edward’s sore points. Massaging his legs, she stated solemnly, “Mr. Moore, treating impotence requires prolonged therapy.”

“We will need to share the same room.”

Melody affixed the adhesive electrode pads to his body and then activated her portable electrotherapy device. Edward discerned notable differences in his body compared to the prior evening.

His breaths became uneven, a film of cold sweat emerging on his brow, and his lengthy fingers tensed around the wheelchair armrest.

His gaze, icy and penetrating, focused on Melody. Then, his thin lips parted slightly, “Does a simple therapy session extend throughout the entire night?”

Essentially, Melody was authorized to depart immediately upon completing the day’s therapy.

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“Since your leg muscles haven’t deteriorated, I must also administer massages essential oils throughout the night.”

‘I’ll concurrently address impotence and tend to your legs.”

“Mr. Moore, I pray for your prompt recovery.”

In her previous existence, she had dedicated countless sleepless nights to tending to…r second brother’s legs, only for him to forsake her kindness for Suzanna’s sake. Now, he warranted none of her compassion.

Melody crouched down, meeting Edward’s unwavering gaze. Her resolute eyes seemed to convey a silent promise: “Edward, in this life, you deserve nothing but the best.”

“I will spare no effort to restore your well–being

There was a glint of starlight in her eyes.

In that very instant, Edward felt a skip in his slow, rhythmic heartbeat…

“Well, you may relocate to the master bedroom, Edward offered, his deep, magnetic voice resonating like music in Melody’s ears.

Sharing a residence was merely the initial stride.

Smiling with contentment, Melody stowed away the portable electrotherapy device and retrieved a blend of calming essential oils she had meticulously crafted over a year for her neurasthenic fourth brother, Derrick Shield.

Recalling Edward’s chronic insomnia from her past life, she recognized the toll of prolonged wakefulness on the nervous system. It fostered irritability and emotional instability, contributing significantly to his unpredictable mood swings.

Thus, she poured a small measure of the oil into her palm, gently warming it between her fingers. Turning to Edward with anticipation, she spoke cautiously, “Mr. Moore, this blend of essential oils is my personal creation. It possesses calming and relaxing properties, conducive to soothing the mind and body, thereby facilitating restful sleep.”

“May I offer you a massage?”

Melody extended her slender, fair fingertips, the subtle scent of the oil lingering in the air. Edward caught a glimpse of her serene smile and nodded absentmindedly.

Bernard observed the scene with astonishment. Could Madam truly believe that a mere vial of essential oil would alleviate Mr. Moore’s severe insomnia?

It appeared to be an insurmountable challenge.

However, as he continued to observe, he witnessed Melody standing behind Edward. Her fingertips were infused with the soothing aroma, delicately massaging his temples.

In response, Edward’s furrowed brow relaxed, his eyes closed, and his body eased into the wheelchair, his breath deepening.

Bernard’s lips parted in silent surprise. Could it be that Mr. Moore had finally fallen asleep

He had been deemed one of the most formidable and persistent cases of insomnia worldwide.

And yet, it seemed that a small vial of essential oil had resolved it all.