Evan Fairchild let go of Melody Monroe. Wrapped in such a thick bathrobe, of course she was hot.
"Take off the bathrobe."
"Mhm." Melody Monroe immediately untied the sash.
Evan Fairchild's gaze was locked on her. 'This is the first time she's been so forward!'
Underneath, Melody Monroe was wearing a sleeveless, ruffled dress. A flash of disappointment crossed Evan Fairchild's eyes.
"I was afraid of being recognized, so I wore a bathrobe on purpose to look like I was just coming from the hot springs. Pretty clever, right?"
Evan Fairchild: "…"
Melody Monroe felt his arms tighten around her waist as he lifted her into his arms!
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.
"Mr. Fairchild, your meal is here."
Melody Monroe immediately dashed into the bedroom. Evan Fairchild went to open the door, and a room service attendant brought the meal in.
'He hasn't eaten yet?'
'Why hasn't he eaten? It's so late.'
Suddenly, the door opened, and Evan Fairchild stood before Melody Monroe.
