He saw Melody Monroe leaning over the small table, staring at the cake and biting her finger. The sight was so adorable his heart melted.
Melody Monroe was still torn, but she finally surrendered and took another bite.
Evan Fairchild walked over and sat down in front of her.
Melody Monroe quickly straightened up and glanced at him.
Even sitting down, he was so much taller than her that she had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes. Just one glance and her heart began to race.
His hair was still a little damp, and he gave off a warm, clean scent. It was the kind of warmth that seared the heart.
"Why aren't you eating? Don't you like it?"
"It's delicious! I've never had cake this delicious before." Melody Monroe nodded vigorously.
Right then, she was like a child, wanting it desperately but holding back, reluctant to finish it.
"Don't worry, it won't make you fat."
"You're lying." Melody Monroe shook her head.
"I'm not. It's all low-calorie."
