Entangled with My Cousin's Fiancé
Chapter 220 This is the Woman He Should Have

Chapter 220: Chapter 220 This is the Woman He Should Have

"The child is named Emily Parker?" Melissa Greenwood asked happily, "That’s a lovely name, she must become a beauty when she grows up."

Brooks Parker’s face changed, but he did not correct Melissa.

"Brother Brooks, when I left, I really thought about coming back, but I hadn’t expected that upon returning to the country..." Melissa sighed repeatedly, "You know the power of the Coldson Family, trying to leave again was impossible."

Brooks gritted his teeth, "Then why did you leave without saying goodbye? Why did you take my ID?"

"Brother Brooks, when I gave birth to May, I was actually very scared, uncertain about the future, and wanted to return home, but I was afraid to tell you." Melissa began to cry again, "I feared you would insist on coming back with me, and if the Coldson Family found out about us, you and May would certainly not survive."

Brooks’s expression grew colder, "Damn Coldson Family, do they think money gives them the right to do whatever they want?"

"I took your ID because I was afraid you’d come back to look for me." Melissa grabbed Brooks’s hand with courage, "I really feared something might happen to you and May."

This time, Brooks did not pull away. He asked coldly, "Is everything you’re saying true?"

"If there’s a single lie, let me die a horrible death." Melissa raised her hand and swore.

"What are your plans for coming here this time?" Brooks’s tone softened considerably, "In the past year, May has missed you a lot, always talking about you."

He looked at Melissa with some anticipation, "Do you want to... go see her now?"

"Not now!" Melissa immediately refused, she did not want to see that bastard child at all.

"So you are deceiving me again." Brooks shook off Melissa’s hand.

"Brother Brooks, listen to me, I can’t just go see her like this, give me some time to get ready." Melissa approached Brooks again, "Brother Brooks, over the past year, surely May hasn’t been the only one who missed me?"

Brooks instantly froze, his whole being rigid; he was afraid of misunderstanding, but his desire had already started to stir.

Melissa immediately realized she had gambled correctly, this pathetic man still couldn’t stop thinking about her, what a fool.

She gently hugged Brooks’s arm, "I told Cooper Coldson that I’m meeting with a good friend tonight, we’ll have plenty of time to catch up."

"I look like this now..." Brooks dared not look into Melissa’s eyes, "You... don’t mind?"

"What silly things are you saying, Brother Brooks? In my heart, you’ve always been the brightest student I admired." Melissa leaned in closer, her voice low in Brooks’s ear, "Brother Brooks, do you know of any lodging nearby, preferably without cameras?"

For Cooper Coldson, she hadn’t touched a man in over a year.

Today, seeing Brooks again, she was moved; after all, who wouldn’t have a crush on such a gloriously studious guy?

But she would not allow any evidence to be left behind.

Brooks nodded.

The two walked one after another out of the park, quickly disappearing into the darkness.

After about a ten-minute walk, Brooks finally stopped; they were in front of a signless dive, filled with people who seemed very poor.

Brooks turned back to look at Melissa, "Will this be okay?"

Melissa was disdainful, but it was already too late to turn back.

She handed some cash to Brooks, "You go in first, I need to buy something and will be right back."

Brooks grabbed her wrist suddenly, "Are you planning to run?"

"What would be the point of lying to you?" Melissa bit her lip and kissed Brooks on the face, "Be good, go in and wash up; I’ll be right back."

Brooks hesitated, then let go.

Melissa went to buy a baseball cap and a disguise; she could not allow the past mistake to happen again.

When she returned to the hotel and went upstairs, Brooks had just come out of the bath.

The man had obviously been through a lot these past two years; even after cleaning up, he looked especially world-weary, not at all like the vibrant young man he once was, and certainly not comparable to Cooper Coldson.

Instantly, Melissa felt a pang of regret.

But how could Brooks give her the chance to regret? He immediately tossed aside the towel and pounced, quickly stripping off Melissa’s clothes.

The two kissed passionately toward the bed, and as Melissa was undressing, she caught sight of the dingy bedsheet and felt instantly sickened.

"Wait a second!" she pushed Brooks away, "How can the bed be this dirty?"

Brooks, panting, bit Melissa’s neck, and during a pause, he scoffed coldly, "What? You come to this kind of place and still think you’re some Greenwood family princess?"

Melissa felt a sense of utter desolation.

Brooks, regardless of all else, had become destitute in Melissa’s absence, left to consort only with black prostitutes.

When he stripped Melissa and saw her skin as white as snow, he went completely mad.

This was the woman he deserved.

Brooks ravaged Melissa’s body recklessly, and she felt nothing.

Even at the moment Brooks entered her, she couldn’t stop the tears.

She hated Cooper Coldson, hated Yolanda Greenwood; if not for them, how would she have ended up in this situation?

How could she have ended up with a tramp?

They were the cause of all her troubles, and she vowed to make them regret it!

Who knows how much time passed, but Brooks finally released inside Melissa.

He lay drained on top of her, teasing, "Never thought after all this time you’d still be a little minx who bites; there were a few times just now, I almost surrendered."

Melissa didn’t want to talk; every word Brooks said was an insult to her.

"Hey, you didn’t have some surgery, did you?" Brooks propped himself up to look at her, "Just to please Coldson?"

"Get off, I need to go back now." Melissa forcefully pushed Brooks away and headed to the bathroom to shower.

Pushing open the door, the stench was so bad she nearly vomited, so she ran out, staring at Brooks in disbelief.

She couldn’t understand how he endured it.

Brooks began to dress, his demeanor casual, "Nothing to make a fuss about, the place where May and I stay isn’t even as good as this."

Melissa couldn’t imagine.

"I should go back too," Brooks said as he got dressed, "I only paid for two hours, hurry up and wash, then leave as soon as you’re done."

"..." Melissa was livid; the money she’d given Brooks was enough to book a whole week.

As she reached the door, Brooks reminded her, "Get whatever you need ready fast, next time, you’ll have to meet May with me."

Once Brooks left, Melissa kicked and punched the door.

This past hour had been nothing but humiliation, a nightmare!

"Meet your daughter?" Melissa scoffed, "That damned bastard child, I will never meet her in my life."

When Brooks got home, he saw the note Yolanda Greenwood had left on the table; he thought for a moment and then decided to go upstairs to fetch May.