I Became His Sweetheart

Chapter 421 She Must See It

As for Cyrus’s handwriting. It was hard to say anything nice about it.

Melanie was immersed in her thoughts, when an angry yell came from the bedroom. “Who allowed you in here?!”

*Master?” Melanie walked in fearlessly. “It’s me!”

“Are you allowed in here?!” Cyrus wasn’t pleased to see his secret exposed. Melanie hurriedly explained herself before he exploded in anger.

“Didn't you tell me to ask you if there’s anything | don’t understand, and that you'll surely patiently explain things to me? The competition is just around the corner, you can’t leave me alone.”

Cyrus knew he couldn't go back on his word and had no choice but to walk over, asking patiently, ” What do you not understand?”

“I'm hungry, Why don’t you have some breakfast with me first?” Melanie smiled and led him out of the room while instructing the assistant to prepare two

portions of breakfast. She ate with gusto, which successfully whetted Elder Gibson’s appetite. He started tucking into his breakfast.

That was her cue to start asking questions. “What is this part about?” “How do | use this scent?”

She kept bombarding him with questions. As she expected, he lost patience after a while. Trying his best to suppress his frustration, he demanded, “How many more questions do you have?”

“Um... | have no idea...” Melanie made a show of flipping through her notebook. “I don’t understand many parts of the book...‘ “So you have never-ending questions?”

Cyrus stood up, and put his hands behind his back. “I’m in no mood to answer any more of your questions. Go back and try to figure things out yourself!”

“Are you not in the mood because of these letters?” Melanie pulled out the letters from her pocket. “Who gave you permission to peek at them?” Cyrus arched his brows, utterly peeved. “Leave! 415 WONOS

Melanie wasn’t in a rush to explain herself, and walked out leisurely,

She mumbled under her breath as she walked out, “It’s said that a woman's thoughts are impossible to fathom, and an onlooker sees more of the game. It’s practically impossible for a player himself to fathom his female opponent's thoughts...”

Before Melanie even reached the door, Elder Gibson shouted for her. “Wait! What do you mean by that?” “You said you two haven't seen each other for decades, right? So why are you writing letters to her?” Melanie asked. “We used to write letters to each other!”

“That was in the past. Who writes letters nowadays? What’s more, even if you really wrote a letter, how can the recipient tell if its contents are good or not before opening the letter? This way of confession isn’t direct at all.”

Elder Gibson's eyes dimmed. With frustration and slight embarrassment, he said, “You're right. She said she didn’t read them at all.”

“That’s right.”

“How is any of this right? How can | make her read my letters? Help me think of a way!” He started pressing Melanie for a solution.

“What do you want to convey through your letters?” Melanie said, trying to probe for further. details. Cyrus glared at her.

“| need to know the specifics before | can strategize for you,” Melanie rebutted calmly.

“| want her to think of me...” Cyrus's face fell the moment he said that.

Melanie’s heart broke at his expression. To think Master loved another woman aside from Yelena York! He was one devoted lover indeed.

Melanie pondered about it before asking, “Is there something she likes?” Cyrus tried hard to recall before answering her, “She likes cats, birds...”

“Animals are difficult gifts,” Melanie cut him off, feeling helpless. “It'll be best if you can give her something that she liked in the past, preferably in the identical condition.”

Cyrus pondered for a while before saying, “How about a wind chime?”

“Sounds good! Best if you can draw something on it.” Melanie nodded in approval. +15 BONOSText property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Cyrus swiftly drafted a pattern on a piece of paper, and Melanie called a friend who was a craftsman. After confirming the colors and materials, Melanie's friend agreed to make a wind

chime in those exact details.

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The next day, she went to Cyrus with the wind chime in hand. His eyes lit up when his gaze landed upon the wind chime. “It looks exactly the same!”

“That’s great.”

With that, Melanie carefully stuck the paper on the wind chime, leaving a corner of the letter exposed.

If that old lady wanted to take down the wind chime, she would first have to pull the letter out. The letter would then be unfolded, and the front part of the letter would be exposed to the old lady.

“Master, when you give her the letter, paste it like this..... If the front part of the letter isn’t enough to attract her attention, the subsequent part of the letter would not be of much use anyway,” Melanie reminded. “Therefore, the opening paragraph of your letter is of utmost importance.”

Cyrus nodded obediently and made a mental note of what Melanie said, like an obedient student.

Just then, Melanie’s phone rang. She answered the call, and realized that it was Linda Yancey. Melanie spaced out for one second before instinctively turning the loudspeaker mode on.