Chapter 111: Deepening the Memory
"Be with me, and the very best resources will all be yours."
"Thank you for your generous offer, President Fairchild, but I just want to act. I see acting as my career, a dream I want to achieve. I want to be an actress, not a star," Melody Monroe explained softly.
Her eyes shimmered with a captivating light, full of sincerity and resolve.
For a fleeting moment, Evan Fairchild’s expression softened.
"President Fairchild, I would never dare to presume upon you. You’re like the bright moon in the high night sky—unreachable and sacred. I beg you, please be magnanimous and let me go," Melody Monroe pleaded again, laying the flattery on thick.
Evan Fairchild secretly clenched his fists, suppressing the rage in his heart.
A few seconds later, he rose, walked to the window, took out his phone, and called Tommy. "Take Miss Monroe home."
Hearing this, the anxiety that had been weighing on Melody Monroe instantly lifted. She immediately stood up and headed for the door.
Evan Fairchild watched her retreating figure and yanked his tie loose. It was as if she couldn’t stand to be in his presence a second longer.
’This damn woman!’
Evan Fairchild’s gaze darkened, a chill creeping into his eyes.
For the first time in his life, he had taken the initiative with a woman, only to be met with such a clean-cut rejection!
’Not familiar? It seems I’ll have to reenact what happened that night to help this woman... deepen her memory!’
「Half an hour later.」
Jasper Rockwell pushed open the door to find Evan Fairchild sitting on the sofa, his face a mask of fury.
Evan Fairchild’s hair was disheveled, with a few stray strands falling across his forehead, giving him a surprisingly boyish look. It was a stark contrast to his usual self—always staid and serious in a somber suit, looking like some old man in his thirties or forties!
However, Jasper Rockwell didn’t dare tease Evan Fairchild, so he simply sat down beside him.
Evan Fairchild’s tie was loosened but not removed. From the side, this added a touch of roguish charm to his profile.
Jasper Rockwell quickly poured a glass of water and placed it in front of Evan Fairchild.
’Evan must know that Melody Monroe has already moved out of the hotel, right?’
’Could that alone make Evan this furious? Melody is really something else!’
"Evan, have you eaten dinner yet? I know a place with great specialty dishes. Want to go check it out?" Jasper Rockwell asked, trying to curry favor.
"Not going."
"I heard Melody moved to another hotel..."
"Are we that close? Why should I have to know where she’s staying?"
Jasper Rockwell immediately shut his mouth.
’He’s really furious!’
’I’m screwed, I’m screwed, I’m so screwed! I absolutely cannot let Evan Fairchild find out I was the one who sabotaged him.’
A knock sounded from outside, and Jasper Rockwell hurried to open the door.
Several hotel waiters stood at the entrance, holding trays laden with exquisite dishes.
"Hello, the meal Mr. Fairchild ordered has arrived."
Jasper Rockwell turned and walked back in, looking at Evan Fairchild. "So you did order food! Wow, what a feast! Evan, you knew I was coming, so you ordered for me too, huh!"
It was a meal for two, so Jasper Rockwell’s assumption was only natural.
"Mmm, this steak is great!" Jasper Rockwell commented as he ate. "Evan, why aren’t you eating?"
How could Evan Fairchild possibly have an appetite?
Suddenly, Jasper Rockwell found he was losing his appetite too.
"Master Rockwell, what kind of men do women like?"
"*Cough, cough!*" Jasper Rockwell nearly choked. He held up his fork, a look of utter bewilderment on his face. "Don’t all women like guys like you? Wasn’t there just a survey? You ranked number one among the men that women around the world most want to marry!"
"Apparently, there’s one who doesn’t."
"Huh?" Jasper Rockwell didn’t quite hear what Evan Fairchild said.