Melissa, The Lost Memory
Chapter Three

Melissa squirmed as she felt a touch on her shoulders. "Wake, Miss! You don't sleep here!" A servant woke Melissa up by shaking the shoulder of the thirty-year-old woman.

Melissa began to collect her life by rubbing both of her beautiful beads. He just woke up from a short sleep. Mel glanced at the time pointer that was still circular in his left hand. Hans Effendi's only child looked around. Melissa fell asleep next to the pool.

In one corner of this luxury house, Melissa often spends time just to think more clearly. Because by looking at the water ripples were able to calm his heart.

"I fell asleep here, alright I'll go home first."

"No-na ... " It seems the ministry was about to hold off Melissa's departure.

It's become common again for employees at Brad's mansion about the relationship between his two employers. And the servants did not dare to ban Melissa.

"Sir Brad is home!" That's all the waiter said. The young lady's maid hoped that Melissa would undo her intention to leave this house.

Not many media or kayak know if all this time Melissa along living in an apartment unit near her office works. With a closer and simpler pretext so that there are not many distractions that he might get.

Melissa grabbed the bag that was just located on the table next to the recliner where Melissa slept. His gaze swept around the quiet swimming pool in a pitch-black night like this.

Melissa's intention to come to this house was to exchange her car. Because of a problem with the engine, Melissa borrowed Brad's car.

From the balcony of the room that jutted forward, Brad's eyes fell on the figure of the woman who was in a hurry to leave her residence. It was heard from Brad's assistant that Melissa was waiting for him to say something. However, when he returned home, Melissa fell asleep in a recliner near the pool.

"What would he say to me?" Brad walked quickly into his room and as soon as possible chased after Melissa to keep her from getting too far out of her house.

Melissa's steps stopped before entering her car due to a call from Brad. "What are you gonna tell me, Mel?"

Melissa turned around to undo her intention to enter the sedan type car. Shut up for a moment so he can string the words together first before facing a guy like Brad.

"What did you do with that car?" smash Melissa with her index finger right at the car she had borrowed for a few days.

"What do you mean, Mel?"

"I'm asking you, why did you put a tracking device on and hack my phone? Then this?" Melissa's hand skillfully picked up a few pieces from her bag.

Brad was stunned, and unmoved because what he was accused of was true.

"Is a good name important to you? Until you compare yourself to this and cross the line we agreed?" Melissa seemed furious that fiery words accused Brad of neglecting what they had agreed to.

"Whatchu mean? I did it so you wouldn't just step up, Mel. You know not status as a politician's wife? All your moves will always be monitored by the public."

"Is that so? Only I have to keep a good name? Are you free to do anything behind the scenes?" Melissa insinuates Brad has been unfair to her. If Melissa is forbidden from doing anything she wants. Look Brad! he doesn't have a glass in this big house.

"Don't argue, Mel! I've been patient with you." No less wrathful, it looks like Brad also harbored disappointment in Melissa. Being a husband who has no meaning in Melissa's heart has hit Brad enough. He failed to be a protector for his wife.

Melissa felt that Brad had been wasting his time. Everything he had held was no more useful in Brad's eyes. "I'm also tired of you, so let's just end it!"

"Melissa, do you understand what you said?"

"I'm tired of pretending to be an angel, I'm sick of living like this. And you're free with all your wishes, and I am? You're limiting my wiggle room! You're free to go in and out of the hotel under tight guard, while I? I'll have to change this identity if one day I go to work and have to stay overnight. I'm tired of living like this!"

Plaque ... Brad was so disobedient that he involuntarily slapped a slap into Melissa's smooth cheek.

"Melissa, watch what you say!"

The beautiful face was now lowered, not because it lost the war. But Melissa lamented her bad luck as the shield of this fragile family.

Wanting to end this toxic relationship, Melissa turned around without looking at Brad who had landed a slap for her. His frozen heart was getting sicker. Even the heat of emotion was no longer able to melt Melissa's heart.

"Take him back to his room!" tell Brad a little scream so that the bodyguards who are always on guard in his house can hear the voice of the master's order.

Within a minute, several well-built men stormed Melissa and brought the adult woman back into the three-story mansion.

Despite struggling with all her might, Melissa was unable to beat Brad's guard. "I'm sorry, Miss. Please don't complicate our lives!." ask one of the house guards to Melissa who has been struggling since.

All the workers in the mansion were indeed subject to one person only. And they all call Melissa the lady who means she's not the mistress in this house. Because Brad hasn't recognized her as a wife.