Chapter 346 Guard
Chapter 346 Guard
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As night fell, a lone figure stood in the shadows outside the grand entrance of the Moore Residence.
Spencer had been standing there for who knows how long, a large backpack slung over one shoulder and a pair of boxing gloves clutched in his hand. The gloves were worn, marked with familiar embroidery, and adorned with a small purple unicorn. Below the unicorn, his name was stitched in elegant gold lettering.
He had spent some time searching through a pile of gloves to find this particular pair. By comparing their condition to the others, he noticed these gloves looked older and had signs of frequent use, though well cared for. He was certain that Melody had been using them herself; they fit a smaller hand, and there were signs of careful mending on the seams. Melody must have been practicing with them.
Spencer wasn’t sure if Melody had taken up boxing because he loved it or to impress that irresponsible Gary. But thinking of how close Melody was to him, he felt confident she had done it for him. Gary didn’t stand a chance at competing for her attention.
Yet, standing at the doorstep of the Moore Residence, Spencer felt a twinge of hesitation.
Would Melody give him a punch to the shoulder–or a big hug?
Meanwhile, inside the Moore Residence, Melody was lounging in a leather chair in the study, one leg crossed over the other, watching the security camera footage on the computer. Edward sat beside her, slowly massaging her calf, while Alfred, all smiles and eager to please, worked on her shoulders.
They were both excellent at catering to her every whim.
Melody had been spending long hours at her desk, and her shoulders and neck had grown stiff. Alfred’s massage, with its professional precision, was a welcome relief.
As he skillfully worked out her tension, Alfred glanced at the surveillance feed on the screen and muttered with a grin, “That kid’s been standing out there for an hour. He’s got real potential if he ever wants to work as a guard for the Moore Residence.”
“He can’t just stand out there forever, Melody. How about I go out there and give him a little welcome?” He struck a playful pose, adding, “Hero to the rescue!”
Melody gave him a cold side–eye, seeing through his playful intent. She couldn’t help but marvel at the Moore family’s peculiar dynamics. Raising someone as genuine as Alfred in such a cutthroat environment was no small feat. The Moores seemed to breed extremes–Alfred, with his endearing simplicity, was miles apart from someone like Felicity.
Since getting a second chance, Melody’s perspective on people has deepened. Felicity, for instance, had a carefully maintained image: outwardly warm and amiable, yet guarded and calculating underneath. She was the model debutante, crafted to fit the needs of the Moore family, abandoning the natural warmth of her youth to become their perfect instrument.
The Moores harbored an open secret–no one truly cared for Felicity, save for Edward. To the world, Felicity appeared domineering and ruthless, not because it was her true nature, but because the Moores, a family of unimaginable wealth, needed a fierce and intimidating heiress to dominate Somerville’s social scene, asserting the Moores‘ unshakable status. Just as Alfred readied himself to play his part, Spencer’s figure outside took a sudden turn as his phone rang. After hesitating a moment, he glanced longingly at the Moore Residence one last time, then turned and walked away.
He was leaving?
Alfred was taken aback.
Spencer had been ready to step through the Moore doors when the unexpected call came. On the other end, a man’s voice, warm and steady, filled with an unsettling familiarity, spoke softly, “Spencer, Martin’s condition is…
