Melody Monroe held back and didn't retort.
'Who would believe Evan Fairchild was such a scoundrel, such a rogue!'
'Instead of staying far away from Evan Fairchild like she should have, she'd gotten tangled up in this messy relationship! This is so screwed up.'
'This isn't how things were supposed to go!'
'Maybe doing a few things differently than the original owner of this body had triggered a butterfly effect, but judging by Evan Fairchild's behavior, this butterfly was a hurricane!'
"Can I make a request?"
"What request?"
"Could you please, President Fairchild, not show up so brazenly in the future? I don't want the outside world to know we have any kind of relationship."
"What kind of relationship do we have?" Evan Fairchild retorted.
"An improper one," Melody Monroe seethed internally. 'He has the nerve to ask!'
Evan Fairchild nodded, acknowledging her point.
