Chapter 551

Melina's words hung in the air. She was uncertain whether Andrew had truly heard her. He stood still, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on her. Standing in the bathroom, Melina belatedly realized something was off. The lack of steam caught her attention. Frowning, she reached out her hand. The cold water splashed against her arm—it wasn't hot at all. First there was Dante's behavior, and now this. What was going on? A wave of irritation bubbled up within Melina. It was as if she were a butterfly ensnared in a spider's web—its delicate strands were tightly woven, making it impossible for her to escape no matter how much she struggled. The suffocating sensation left her on edge. If it hadn't been for Wallace, she would never have returned to Oakroad in this lifetime. The frustration made her tone sharp, and for once, Melina let her anger slip through. "Andrew Wentworth, enough! I've told you before—there's nothing left between us. What's the point of this? Even if you deliberately make