They were so close. As Melody Monroe stared up close at the man she had fantasized about countless times, her heart began to pound wildly. A man who had once existed only in her fictional fantasies was standing right before her, alive and real!
'Oh my God!'
'Why couldn't I have transmigrated into the body of some Mary Sue protagonist?'
'That way, I wouldn't have to worry about a thing. I could just wait for the domineering CEO to fall for me—to love me, and only me, to love me to death!'
Evan Fairchild sprayed the antiseptic again. A cool sensation on her knee pulled Melody Monroe's runaway thoughts back to reality.
'How dare I even think that!'
'I can provoke anyone, but not Evan Fairchild!'
'The original owner of this body loved Evan Fairchild so much, but in the end, she died by his hand.'
'All I want is to live a good, long life here, with only Ian to rely on.'
"Feeling any better?" Evan Fairchild asked again.
"Oh, yes, it's better!"
