Transmigrated as The Best Female Character of the Year

A thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

’No, no, no, Melody, don’t get carried away. He’s just drying your hair, and you already think he likes you!’

’But if he didn’t like someone, why would he do something like this?’

Melody Monroe recalled a common joke.

Women think everything men do, they do for love.

But men do everything for only one reason.

A man like Evan Fairchild could have lovers, but getting him to commit to a real relationship would be difficult.

’I wonder what kind of woman he would fall in love with.’

Her hair was soft and smooth, and Evan Fairchild was reluctant to stop. ’How did it dry so fast?’ He wanted to keep going for a while longer.

He would happily dry her hair for the rest of his life.

Melody Monroe put the hair dryer away and said softly, "Thank you."

A few seconds later, she added, "Why don’t you go wait for me in the bedroom? I’m just going to put these clothes away."

Evan Fairchild froze.

’Did her words just now mean what I think they mean?’

Melody Monroe gathered the clothes, smoothing out a few wrinkles. She took a deep breath, walked into the bedroom, and hung the clothes on a hanger.

"Mr. Fairchild, are you afraid to sleep alone?"

"And what if I am?"

"I’ll stay with you."

Evan Fairchild walked over to her, gripping her shoulders. His gaze burned as he looked at her. "I can’t promise something... uncontrollable... won’t happen."

Melody Monroe turned and switched off the light. "Mr. Fairchild, I’m not asking for a promise."

...

Ian Monroe dialed the number for the tenth time. Still no answer.

He had been waiting since morning, through the afternoon, and now it was evening. His mother’s phone still wasn’t being answered.

Finally, he called Mr. Fairchild’s number.

Same result. It rang and rang, but no one picked up.

"Hasn’t Uncle Page come back yet?" Ian Monroe asked Claire Walsh.

Claire Walsh shook her head, looking troubled. "Uncle Page probably won’t be back today."

"Can we really not get a car out here?" Ian Monroe asked again.

Claire Walsh held up her phone, opening a ride-hailing app to show Ian Monroe. "Master Hale, look. We really can’t get a car out here."

"Mr. Fairchild must be doing this on purpose! He just wants to hog Mom all to himself!"

Claire Walsh didn’t dare say a word.

"He didn’t come back at all last night! And he’s been gone all day today!" Ian Monroe grew agitated. "If Mr. Fairchild really fights Mom for custody of me, is it true that she can’t win against him?"

’There’s no way Mr. Fairchild would do something like that,’ Claire Walsh thought. ’He’s just scaring you.’ But she didn’t dare say that out loud. Under Ian Monroe’s searching gaze, she slowly nodded.

The hope in Ian Monroe’s eyes instantly vanished.

There was a kid at his old preschool whose parents were divorced, and he lived with his father.

He had told the other kids that he wanted to live with his mom, but his dad had won the lawsuit, and his mom had lost.

’After Mr. Fairchild and Mom get married, will he hog her every single day?’

Ian Monroe felt that no matter how things turned out, it wasn’t what he wanted.

He just wanted to be with his mom.

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