A Whisper that went unheard novel Chapter 74

very bluni. “You probably low about this already, but I’ve never quite liked being with you.” 

Chapter 74, 

was telling the truth. 

The smile on Melody’s face fize, but she knew that Jeremy was 

In Cheryl hadn’t met with that accident, she would’ve gotten engaged to him, and the people in jembina would’ve envied them greatly. 

It was beyond question that Melody had benefited from Cheryl’s unfortunate demise. However, she still telt as if someone clutched and squeezed her heart What did he mean when he said that he didn’t really like being with her? 

Melody bit her lips. Her voice sounded dry when she asked, “Didn’t you ask me to move in with you in the first place?” 

Back then, she had just graduated, found a job at Jembina Hospital, and fully intended to rent a place by herself. However, Andrew shot down her ideas, resulting in Jeremy’s suggestion to let her move in with him. 

Ein a matter ex 

of a second, leaving him confused 

jeremy remained stoic. There was turmoil in his heart, but it plummeted in a 

He looked at Melody calmly. “Cheryl told me repeatedly to look after you Η 

1, are you treating me the way you are because of Cheryl?” Melody asked softly as she clenched her fists. 

Jeremy didn’t respond to her. He didn’t have to–because the answer was clear as day. 

“B–But you wear the one who Melody trailed eit, unable to form a comprehensive response. She had no idea what she should say. 

After all, Jeremy had indeed suggested if in the first place. 

Silence hung over the room for a moment. Naturally, he knew what she was interring to. He responded indifferently, “That’s why I said I will make it up to you. You Jean ask for anything, be it money or status. I will give them to you.” 

Melody was utterly disheartened, and tears began welling up in her eyes. She understood what he meant when he said he would make it up to her. However, that was all there was to it. He wasn’t doing it because of any other reason and it definitely wasn’t because he loved her. 

Melody dreamed about Cheryl at night. In her dream, Cheryl was still 17 years old and had a box of pastries in het hand. 

Pouting, she looked at Melody. “Mel, are you sure you don’t want to go? You baked this,” 

Melody looked at the burn on her hand. This was the first time she made pastries, and it took her a long time to bear the necessary skills. However, her hands were covered in burns and cuts. 

She explained softly. “He’s particular about cleanliness and orderliness. If he sees my hand, he might dislike the pastries, let alone eat them 

“But today’s his birthday. Although he doesn’t like celebrating it, presents are a must. If he doesn’t care for cakes, then he can have some pastries, at least.” Cheryl insisted. “But you made them yourself. It’ll be more meaningful if you give it to him.” 

Melody was 12 years old, and she still had slightly chubby cheeks. She had her hearing aids, and the smile on her face was