Chapter 175: A Slip of the Hand
Melody Monroe held her phone, typed a few words, and immediately deleted them. She typed another sentence, then deleted that too...
More than ten minutes passed...
’Forget it. I’m not replying!’
Evan Fairchild was probably busy with something else. There was no way he was sitting by his phone, waiting for her to text back.
Melody Monroe put her phone aside and headed for the bathroom.
’A shower, then bed.’
Evan Fairchild kept his phone in hand. Half an hour passed, and still no reply came through.
He sent another message.
[Are you asleep?]
After waiting for a few minutes, there was still no response.
Just as he was about to put his phone down, a video call came through.
Melody Monroe saw the new message from Evan Fairchild on her phone. She was about to reply when her hand slipped, and she accidentally hit the video call button, sending him a video invitation.
"Crap!" Melody Monroe fumbled with the phone, trying to end the call.
Before she could, Evan Fairchild’s face appeared on the screen.
Evan Fairchild answered the call, and his gaze darkened as he took in the scene on his screen.
’She... did she just get out of the shower?’
’What a delightful sight!’
Melody Monroe stared blankly for a few seconds before snapping out of it. She gave an awkward laugh. "You’re not asleep yet?"
"No. I was waiting for your message."
"Waiting for my message? I... my hand slipped. I hit the video call button by accident."
"This is even better."
"Huh?" Melody Monroe was completely bewildered, not quite understanding what Evan Fairchild meant.
She was so preoccupied with her embarrassment that she hadn’t yet realized she was only wearing a bath towel.
Evan Fairchild didn’t say anything, just kept looking at her.
She didn’t know what to say either, so she reached up and tugged at the pink cartoon-character headband on her head.
She had been lazy tonight and skipped washing her hair, planning to do it in the morning. She never would have imagined accidentally video calling someone.
Watching her, the corners of Evan Fairchild’s lips tilted up slightly.
"Are you trying to seduce me?"
Melody Monroe’s expression froze. She looked down at herself.
"AHH!"
A CLATTER sounded, and the screen on Evan Fairchild’s end went black.
’She hasn’t hung up. She must have dropped the phone.’
Evan Fairchild raised a hand to cover the smile on his lips, but after a few seconds, he couldn’t hold it in any longer. His shoulders started to shake with laughter.
Melody Monroe ran to her room, quickly found a set of pajamas, and changed into them before going to pick up the phone from the floor.
When she picked it up, she saw that Evan Fairchild still hadn’t ended the video call!
Her face instantly burned crimson.
"I... I have work tomorrow. So, um, I’m going to bed now. Good night, Mr. Fairchild."
"Melody!"
Hearing him say her name like that, Melody Monroe felt a jolt, as if struck by an electric current, and a tingling numbness spread through her.
"Do you have any idea how hard you just made it for me to sleep?"
"I... I... My hand really did slip."
"It’s late. Go to sleep. Good night," Evan Fairchild said.
"Good night." Melody Monroe quickly ended the video call.
She collapsed limply onto the sofa, yanked off her headband, and slapped her own cheeks hard.
’My face is so hot! That was mortifying!’
’Why did the atmosphere just now feel so... intimate?!’
"Forget it! Stop thinking about it! Stop! Go to sleep!"
Melody Monroe tossed her phone aside and threw herself onto the bed.
Evan Fairchild’s image surfaced in her mind, unbidden.
"Oh my god! Have I been poisoned or something? Why do I keep thinking about Evan Fairchild?!" Melody Monroe shot up in bed and took several deep breaths.
She couldn’t help herself; she grabbed her phone again, opened her messages, and read her chat history with Evan Fairchild over and over.