Evan Fairchild felt a pang of annoyance.
Just to wash his hands, and she was staring like that! It was as if she were about to be parted from the child forever.
'Is the little one all I want?'
'The one I really want is the big one!'
'A child will eventually have their own family, but a wife is yours for life.'
Evan Fairchild walked over to the dining table and lifted the lid of a porcelain tureen. Inside was a soup that had been simmering for an hour, prepared specially for Melody Monroe.
'She just had that allergic reaction a few days ago. It must have taken a lot out of her.'
"Come have something more to eat," he said to Melody Monroe, who stood frozen in place.
As Melody Monroe walked over, Claire Walsh immediately presented her with a hot towel.
"Thank you," Melody Monroe said quickly.
"You're too kind, Miss Monroe. It's our job."
Evan Fairchild set the soup down in front of Melody Monroe. "The temperature should be just right. Drink it while it's hot."
