Reborn To Remarry My Ex Husband (Melody)
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Chapter 388 Let Me Protect You, Okay?

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This entrenched perception had led more and more people each year to bet on Gregoria to win, abandoning support for their own national players.

As a result, the organizers from Gregoria had quietly eroded the confidence of audiences from other countries.

But this time, they forgot something important.

This was Cleussau.

Cleussau has plenty of rebellious souls, born into wealthy families with the spirit of "I make my own fate."

As a result, the betting field quickly split into two polarizing camps.

"Hilarious! I've got money to burn, and I'm betting on Cleussau to win tonight! Gregoria pulls dirty tricks in the finals every year, but it's about time they see that causing trouble on Cleussau turf won't fly!"

"Go, Melody! Go, Mr. Gary! Jake, stand tall! Cleussau can't lose-especially not here in Sommerville, our own capital!"

"I'm betting 50 million on Melody to take the championship."

"I'm putting down 100 million on Melody to light up the arena and crush those puny fighters from Gregoria!"

The last bet was placed by Alfred.

Having played the role of second-generation heir for years in the Moores, he had more than enough in pocket money.

But this time, he was ready to wager every bit of his liquid assets.

Let's support Melody and make her proud!

Money? Just paper.

If it makes Melody happy, then Edward will be happy. And if he's happy, a few hundred million will be falling into my hands in no time, right? Yes, he truly was born a capitalist.

On the stage.

Gary stood a short distance from Melody, his heart unsettled. He knew his presence nearby might only annoy her, so he didn't dare get too close..

Still, he had some experience with "underground fights" and he busied himself adjusting an old pair of boxing gloves Melody had once stitched for him herself. Step by step, he edged within six feet of her, feigning nonchalance. He wanted to get even closer, but a single cold look from Melody reminded him of the red boxing gloves

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Chapter 388 Let Me Protect You, Okay?

that Spencer had held up with pride.

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The gloves bore a carefully crafted cartoon design, familiar and stitched with such fine, meticulous care- it must have taken so much effort and love.

Gary felt his heart ache as if it were bleeding all over again.

As Melody's gaze swept over him with indifference, he felt the wound in his chest rip open, salt searing into it bit by bit.

His voice was hoarse, trembling, just barely holding back a sob as he said in a low, repressed tone, "Mel, they're all planning to go after you. Later ... fall back behind me. Let me protect you, okay?

"I... I don't mean anything else, you can just think of it as me wanting to protect... to protect a friend."

Gary's eyes stayed locked on Melody. A nameless bitterness churned in him, like a thousand doses of bile clawing up his throat.

He wanted to spit it out, to rid himself of the taste, but swallowed it back down, leaving a harsh bitterness that sat heavy in his chest.

The once proud and free-spirited Mr. Gary of the Shields, a youth who once seemed so full of life, now hung his head, humbled, craving a mere scrap of kindness from his sister.

All he wanted was for her to let him stay by her side, to protect her.

To feel, once more, that he had a reason to exist and to become a better person.

Would Mel give him that chance?

With a heart aching like a forlorn puppy's, Gary looked up at her with hope glinting in his eyes, terrified of being discarded again.

But Melody dismissed his remorse without a word.

Her gaze drifting away as she said coolly, "Gary, you should have figured it out by now.

"I supported you fighting underground, helped you secretly practice boxing and martial arts-not because you love boxing and I wanted to please you, but because... Spence loves it!" Boom!

Gary's mind went blank, struck by her words like a lightning bolt.

The realization hit him like a thunderclap; the truth was shattering and undeniable.