Chapter 42: A Test of Acting Skills
Melody Monroe’s heart felt like it was about to leap out of her chest. ’Is the butterfly effect happening?’
’What should I do?’
’I absolutely cannot let Evan Fairchild find out! The fact that he’s doing this now means he’s still not sure.’
’Melody, you have to channel the original owner’s charm! Don’t chicken out! Just pretend you’re acting! It’s time to put your skills to the test!’ she gave herself a silent pep talk.
First, she raised a hand to brush back her hair, resting it by her ear in a seductive, languid pose.
’Right, my eyes. My gaze has to be alluring!’
"President Fairchild, before we do this, shouldn’t we talk first?"
"Talk about what?"
"What kind of arrangement is President Fairchild looking for?"
"You think that’s what I have in mind for you?"
"What else?" Melody Monroe gathered her courage, walked over to Evan Fairchild, and sat down beside him. She placed her small, sweaty, nervous hands on his leg.
"Take them off!" The icy voice almost made Melody Monroe snatch her hands back.
"President Fairchild, should I go take a shower first?"
Evan Fairchild grabbed her by the wrist. "Since you’re unwilling to do it yourself, I’ll have to do it for you."
Melody Monroe’s breath hitched in fear as she struggled with all her might. But alas, she was simply too weak.
"President Fairchild! This is a crime!"
"You can sue me!"
Evan Fairchild’s gaze was utterly frigid, a cold that seeped into her very bones.
Melody Monroe knew what he was trying to confirm. The original owner of this body had a birthmark!
’What do I do? What do I do?’ She was completely at her wit’s end.
Seeing that she had stopped struggling, Evan Fairchild was about to find out the truth for himself.
Melody Monroe squeezed her eyes shut, steeled herself, and kissed him!
’If I’m going to die, I might as well go out with a bang!’
Time seemed to stand still, the scene freezing in place.
Seeing him frozen stiff, Melody Monroe’s heart pounded like a drum. ’Why hasn’t he pushed me away? Could it be... he...’
If her earlier teasing had merely plucked a single heartstring, this felt like a hand was now furiously and erratically strumming all of them.
’She dared!’
His composure, self-control, and reason were gradually slipping away.
Memories he had once dismissed as a dream came flooding back.
Every scene became crystal clear!
Melody Monroe felt awful. ’Why isn’t Evan Fairchild responding at all? I can’t keep kissing him!’
Suddenly, the pressure on her vanished. Evan Fairchild stood up and walked away.
Melody Monroe scrambled up from the sofa and hid in the corner farthest from Evan Fairchild.
Evan Fairchild stood under the light, his expression terrifyingly grim. Melody Monroe shrank further into the corner, looking small and pitiful.
"Get out!"
Melody Monroe glanced at the phone on the table, snatched it, and turned to run for the door.
Hearing the door slam shut, Evan Fairchild felt an unprecedented surge of rage.
He strode into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Icy water poured down over his head.
’Melody Monroe!’
...
Melody Monroe returned to her hotel, opened the door, and collapsed to the floor as her legs gave out.
Her chest ached terribly from her ragged breathing.
She reached up to rub her chest, trying to calm herself down.
’That was a narrow escape.’
A few minutes later, she finally started to feel a bit better.
She unlocked her phone and checked her messages. Nothing important. Then she scrolled to her call history, and Melody Monroe sucked in a sharp breath.
Ian had called her!
The call had connected for over thirty seconds!