This was the first time Melody Monroe had eaten something so late in months. She was simply starving!
A delicate porcelain cup of black tea sat in front of Evan Fairchild. Having not eaten, he only took a few bites.
"Why did you stop eating?"
"I'm full."
Melody Monroe blushed and dusted her hands off. "I'm done eating too. I didn't get any exercise today, so I'll get fat if I eat too much."
"Then what do you call the last hour?"
Melody Monroe: ...
"Drink this glass of milk." Evan Fairchild picked up a glass of milk from the table and handed it to Melody Monroe.
Melody Monroe was about to refuse, but the moment she met Evan Fairchild's gaze, she immediately took the glass.
"It's such a big glass, I can't finish it!"
Evan Fairchild took it, drank a few mouthfuls, and handed it back to Melody Monroe. "Finish it."
