When Love Becomes a Cage (Melanie) novel Chapter 125

Clyde must've said something funny because the woman suddenly burst into laughter, her gaze drifting toward the office door.

Her eyes lit up, and she quickly came over to open it. “Melanie, what are you doing standing out here? Come on in.”

Her familiarity threw me for a loop.

Vinson nodded at me. “Mr. Patterson has guests, and I'll come back another day. Take care.”

I knew it wasn't the best time to discuss business with outsiders present, so I had Lina escort him out.

Stepping into the office, I cautiously asked, “Mr. Patterson, who might this be?”

“Melanie, don't tell me you've forgotten me. I’m your cousin, Lisa Crawford!” She looked at me, somewhat displeased, and she pouted and gave Clyde a sideways glance. “I told you Melanie's got a short memory for her family. Here I am, and she doesn't even recognize me.”

Her tone, somewhat whiny and akin to Kayla's, confused me more. But I knew the name Lisa. She was Talbot’s youngest daughter, with an older brother named Tammie Crawford.

“I’m so sorry, Lisa. The last time I saw you, I was in elementary school. I don’t remember, especially since you couldn’t make it back for Grandpa’s funeral, saying you were tied up. I honestly don’t remember you.” I kept my professional smile as I faced her, understanding she came on behalf of the Crawford family to discuss a partnership with the Patterson Group.

The bridge project was lucrative and a chance for fame, something they wouldn’t miss. Talbot's visit was likely due to Clyde’s interest in me, prompting them to try it.

Lisa turned to me, looking slightly embarrassed. “I'm sorry. I was indeed busy then. And I’m only two years older than you. It wasn't up to me back then, right?”

I’ve booked a restaurant. Let’s have a family dinner. We’re all family here.” Lisa cut him off. “Mr. Patterson, you wouldn’t refuse me, would you?”

She lowered her head, looking slightly aggrieved. Noticing her necklace, remarkably similar to the one Clyde had given me, it was clear she’d made an effort. After all, Talbot and my father shared a resemblance, as did Lisa and I to our father, adding to the similarity.

With her insistence, Clyde and I naturally couldn’t refuse.

She tried everything to charm Clyde, even ordering his favorite dishes. Clyde remained a gentleman, speaking little, with only Lisa seemingly enjoying the conversation.

When it was time to pay, Lisa looked at me sheepishly. “Melanie, I don’t like staying in hotels. They lack a homely feel. We’re family, so I hope to stay at your place for a few days. You wouldn’t mind, would you?”