Chapter 67 Change of plans

Melissa's eyes fluttered open as a beam of morning sunshine caressed her skin, gently rousing her from her slumber. She sat up in bed, luxuriating in a long, languorous stretch that left her feeling invigorated and refreshed. As she surveyed her surroundings, her vision was initially blurred, but a quick rub of her eyes revealed that she was in Maxwell's room. She couldn't recall how she had gotten there, but she remembered falling asleep the night before. A pout formed on her lips as she glanced beside her, hoping to see Maxwell, but he had already risen. She then turned her gaze to the clock on the nightstand, and her eyes widened in disbelief as she saw that it was already 10 a.m.

Mellisa was just about to leave the bed when Maxwell walked in with a tray of food, the aroma of which made her stomach growl.

"Good morning, baby doll," Maxwell greeted with a warm smile as he walked toward the bed where she was. He carefully placed the tray of food on the nightstand and sat next to Melissa. "Did you sleep well?" He moved his hand to her cheek, stroking it lovingly.

Melissa's gaze flickered upwards, her face a little red. "Why didn't you wake me up early?" she asked, pouting her lips. "I'm supposed to make breakfast for you as your wife."

Maxwell chuckled at Melissa's cuteness when she pouted her lips. "You are my wife, not my servant," Maxwell said, hitting the tip of her nose with his thumb playfully. "I'm supposed to be taking good care of you and our babies. I want you to relax and let me do all the work, okay? I've prepared a bath for you. Come on, I will help you shower."

Melissa narrowed her eyes, her body temperature rising. "No, I will go and take a shower myself," she said firmly.

Maxwell smirked. He knew that she thought he was going to make love to her like the other times when he took a shower with her. But he wasn't even thinking about sex at all. "Melissa, please let me take care of you. I just want to bathe you, that's all."

"And you actually think that I will believe you?" Melissa scoffed, hitting his hand playfully.

"Okay then," Maxwell said dejectedly. "You can go and take a bath. I will wait for you. Don't take too long, or else your food will turn cold.

Mellisa hesitated before moving towards Maxwell, her lips bitten and her throat thick with guilt. She sat on his lap, wrapping her small hands around his neck. Maxwell was surprised by her sudden action and fell back onto the bed with Mellisa on top of him. He was amazed by her boldness and enjoyed seeing this new side of her.

As Melissa leaned in towards Maxwell, her eyes flickered with an intense desire. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to her as she breathed in his scent. Closing her eyes, she parted her lips slightly, brushing them against his.

Maxwell gasped as Melissa's lips met his, sending shivers down his spine. The kiss started off gentle, but quickly turned into something more passionate as their tongues intertwined, desperate for each other. Melissa's hands roamed over Maxwell's body, tracing the curves of his muscles beneath his shirt.

Their breathing became heavy and erratic as they pulled away from the kiss, Melissa's eyes never leaving Maxwell's. She licked her lips, a sly grin on her face, her body language silently communicating her intentions. Maxwell couldn't resist her anymore; he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in for another deep, longing kiss.

Their breathing became heavy and erratic as they pulled away from the kiss. Mellisa's face was burning red like tomatoes, all the boldness was gone, replaced by the shy Mellisa. Maxwell couldn't help but chuckle in amusement as he watched Melissa's flushed face. He wanted to kiss her more, but he knew that she must be tired. So, he decided to let her off the hook, though his little brother was already poking from his pants. He could only ignore him. He raised his hand and removed the strands of Mellisa's hair that were covering her pretty face that was burning red.

"Mellisa," Maxwell called her softly, his thumbs caressing her cheeks. "You should not be shy around me, okay. I'm your husband, and you can do whatever you want with me. I will never complain, I promise. Your presence, your laughter, your warmth, and care bring happiness into my life, so I can do this much for you, can't I?"

Mellisa's heart was racing, and she felt a fluttering sensation in her stomach. Despite her shyness, she couldn't help but want more of Maxwell. However, she was hesitant to make a bold move. Maxwell gazed into Mellisa's eyes, which were filled with desire, causing him to gulp. He hoped that Mellisa would make the first move and tell him what she wanted.

"M-Maxwell," Mellisa attempted to speak, but her heart was beating so fast that she couldn't form the words. She felt a heat between her legs, causing her panties to become damp.

Maxwell looked at Mellisa with intensity, unable to resist the burning desire in her eyes. He longed to kiss her and make love to her, but he wanted her to initiate the first move."What is wrong Mellisa, why are you calling my name?" Maxwell asked, his voice husky with emotions.

"I-I, T-That. I-I," Mellisa stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.

, "What are you talking about, Mellisa?"Maxwell whispered softly

"I want to take a bath." Quickly, Mellisa responded. She pulled out of Maxwell's embrace and rushed to the bathroom, slamming the door closed.

Maxwell shook his head in shock as he could only glance at the locked door. He was furious that she had the ability to make him feel that way and then flee. He wanted to follow her to the restroom, but he realized that she needed to relax since she was carrying three children. He wanted to make her shout his name, but he was aware of her health. Maxwell got out of bed and walked to his closet, which was orderly and nicely organized. He walked back to the bed, pulled out one of his white shirts, and sat down in anticipation of Melissa. He had always wanted to see Melissa wearing his shirt.

After a few moments of sitting in silence, waiting for Melissa, Maxwell suddenly turned his head towards the door and saw Melissa emerging from the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her body. She was trying to cover her legs with it, but it was too small, and he could see that she was hesitant. Quickly, he got up from the bed and walked towards her.

"M-Maxwell, I didn't bring any clothes with me. Can you please fetch them for me?" Melissa asked with a flushed face. Although Maxwell knew her whole body, she was still uncomfortable with it. She thought that it was not pleasant to look at, and he had seen better than her. She did not want to embarrass herself in front of him.

Maxwell smiled, "Mellisa, why are you trying to hide your body from me?" He asked as he took her hand leading her to the couch.

"Well," Mellisa hesitant to say something. "I'm hot or sexy like Tina is, I'm sure you won't want to see my ugly body." Mellisa sat on the couch trying to hide her body with a small.

Maxwell stood behind Mellisa on the couch, his hands on her shoulders. "Melissa, please don't ever say such a thing again. It might anger me, and you know that I have a very bad temper," Maxwell said, his voice carrying a hint of warning. "You are the most beautiful, sexy, hot, and attractive lady I have ever seen. Every time I look at you, my heart races. Don't ever look down on yourself."

Mellisa's heart skipped a beat, and she decided to change the topic. "How is Tina now? Did the doctor say anything?"

Maxwell sighed. "Tina is pregnant," he said. "She intentionally banged her head on the wall, which led to a severe injury and memory loss."

"What?" Mellisa's eyes widened in shock. "Is Zick the father of her child?"

"He is the father for sure ," Maxwell exclaimed as he reached for the hair dryer atop the drawer and began to dry her hair. "It's been clear for weeks that they were spending time together. I believe she had planned to frame me with her pregnancy, but her plan backfired when she overheard us discussing the possibility of her leaving the house."

"I can't help but feel sorry for her," Mellisa interjected. "Perhaps we should send someone to check on her. She's all alone in the hospital."

Maxwell paused for a moment before responding, "Well! I don't particularly care for her, I have given the doctor her mother's number. They will contact her if anything happens."

Mellisa persisted, "But she did live in this house. Shouldn't we at least go and check on her?"

Maxwell remained firm, "No one is going to the hospital. She needs to learn her lesson. She has ruined many lives and deserves everything that is coming her way."

Mellisa nodded in agreement, "As you wish. I'm just concerned about your reputation, that's all."

Maxwell grinned with delight. "You are absolutely lovely, my dear," he exclaimed. "Let's have breakfast together before I devour you."

Mellisa blushed, but maintained her composure. "What should I wear?" she asked.

"My shirt," Maxwell replied.

Mellisa's eyes widened and her cheeks grew even redder. "I'm not comfortable wearing short dresses, especially around someone like you," she protested.

"Suit yourself," Maxwell said with a smirk. "You can either wear my shirt or keep the towel on. I must admit, you look quite tempting with just a towel on."

Mellisa raised her head and glared at him, feeling her temperature rise in annoyance. "You're impossible!" she exclaimed, standing up from the couch and grabbing the shirt from the bed before heading to the bathroom to change.

Maxwell watched her back with a smirk on his face.

...…

At the Nadia mansion ***

"Granny, I've decided to change my plans," Zick said as he sat across Riya in her study room.

Riya's expression turned curious as she asked, "Why are you changing your plans? Did that woman betray you?"

Zick shook his head and replied, "No, but she made a foolish move that could make Mellisa not pay attention to my threats. I was hoping you could help me. I want Maxwell under my captive or have him eliminated. This way, Mellisa will forget about him and love only me without thinking of someone else."

Riya's brows furrowed slightly, feeling a sense of unease in her stomach. "Do you think killing is a great idea?"

Zick nodded confidently, "Yes, grandma."

Riya paused for a moment before suggesting, "Why don't you kidnap him instead? I know he has a lot of guards surrounding him all the time, but I can talk to my friends from the underground to help us out."

Zick agreed, "Okay, Granny. By Friday, everything should be ready. I miss my dear wife so much."

, "Don't worry, dear. You will have your dear wife soon."Riya smiled reassuringly and said