Chapter Seventy-Five

Surprisingly, she was wearing a white silk dress, sleeveless and transparent, with her hair gathered into a bun. As soon as his eyes locked with her, she felt ashamed, and embarrassed, and had the sudden urge to do what she came for.

"Jamal, please just let me." She whispered.

He was so surprised because that was the last thing he expected from her, why was she doing this? And how come she came into his mansion, straight to his bedroom without getting any security alert?

"You can't do this, Melanie. Do you want to regret it?" He grabbed her hand, stopping her from making any progress.

"I'm not going to regret anything, Jamal. I want this." She urged him sadly with her eyes. "If I don't do this, I might regret it for a lifetime." She added.

"Talk to me, what's the problem?" He asked, staring at her with concern permeating through his eyes.

"I told Dad everything he need to know about our relationship and that we have decided to get married soon, it's not happening anytime now." She beg