Chapter 192: The Death of Me
Melody Monroe quickly came to her senses and looked over at Ian Monroe.
"Mommy, why is your face so red? Are you sick?"
"N-No, I’m not," Melody Monroe quickly stammered, shaking her head.
Ian Monroe then noticed Mr. Fairchild lying between him and his mother.
’This wasn’t how it was when I went to sleep last night, was it? I was clearly in the middle.’
Melody Monroe was even more bewildered. She had no idea what happened last night. She just woke up to... this!
"Turn off the alarm," Evan Fairchild’s voice suddenly cut in.
Melody Monroe fumbled for her phone in the bag beside her and finally managed to turn off the alarm.
Evan Fairchild leaned back on the bed, still looking somewhat tired. He had clearly been woken by the alarm.
Melody Monroe, in contrast, had slept soundly all night without a single dream.
Ian Monroe hadn’t slept well either. He had gone to bed too late last night and still looked groggy.
Melody Monroe walked over and took Ian Monroe’s little hand. "Sweetheart, it’s still early. Why don’t you sleep a little longer? Mommy has to go to work now, but I’ll come back as soon as I’m done."
Ian Monroe was indeed still half-asleep, and hearing his mother’s words, he obediently lay back down.
Melody Monroe had slept in her clothes last night, and they were now a little wrinkled. She headed to the bathroom, planning to freshen up before leaving for the set.
Facing the mirror, she pulled down the collar of her shirt. Sure enough, there was a new mark.
’This is killing me!’
Thinking about her embarrassing blunder from yesterday, Melody Monroe lightly slapped her own cheeks. She turned on the faucet and splashed water on her face.
When Melody Monroe lifted her head again, she was startled to see another figure in the mirror!
She jumped in fright!
Evan Fairchild’s gaze was still heavy with sleep, and Melody Monroe couldn’t tell if he was looking at his own reflection or at her through the mirror.
Either way, her heart was in a flutter.
"Mr. Fairchild," she greeted first.
"What time does shooting end? I’ll come pick you up."
"That’s not necessary, I can come back on my own." Melody Monroe was terrified of being seen. She was always extremely careful when she came here.
This hotel was very close to the studio lot, a favorite haunt of celebrities—and the paparazzi who loved to stake it out!
Evan Fairchild took Melody Monroe’s arm and pushed up her sleeve.
The scratch marks from Raymond Ford yesterday were still visible on her arm.
Evan Fairchild’s gaze suddenly turned cold.
"I... I just bumped into something during filming," Melody Monroe quickly explained.
Evan Fairchild gently pulled her sleeve back down, and Melody Monroe immediately snatched her hand back.
"Mr. Fairchild, I’ll be going now."
Seeing he didn’t respond, Melody Monroe prepared to turn and leave. Suddenly, Evan Fairchild shot out an arm, blocking her path. She almost crashed right into it.
Evan Fairchild tipped up her chin. "You defaulted again yesterday. With interest, you owe me at least seven times."
Melody Monroe: ...
’What kind of math is that?’
’Fine! Even by his logic, it’s only two times! How did that snowball into seven?’
’No! This is just his own twisted logic! In reality, I don’t have any obligation to fulfill this even once.’
’At the rate he’s compounding the interest, I’m afraid I’ll never be able to pay off this debt in my lifetime!’
’A lifetime...’
’Evan Fairchild’s interest in me is probably just a passing fancy.’
’There’s no reason for him to be genuinely interested in me.’
Evan Fairchild suddenly lifted her up and set her down on the bathroom counter. Melody Monroe’s face paled in shock as she stared blankly at him.
"I ordered breakfast. Eat before you go."
Melody Monroe held her breath and nodded.
"Yesterday... did you mean it?"
Melody Monroe gave an awkward smile. "Mr. Fairchild, it was a genuine misunderstanding. I never expected you to bring Ian here to see me!"
"But you were still a little willing, weren’t you?"
"If I pay you back twice... can we be done with this for good?"