'Or maybe... she just doesn't like me at all!'
Evan Fairchild couldn't help but wonder, what kind of man did she even like? Someone like Zane Langdon?
The thought only made him more irritable.
Melody Monroe noticed that the look on Evan Fairchild's face was terrifyingly dark.
It was just like the atmosphere in the novel on the day he killed the original owner with his own hands!
Evan Fairchild took another step forward.
Melody Monroe was so frightened her shoulders trembled. Her face went deathly pale, and her lips moved, but no sound came out. She could only stare at him in terror.
'What is she so afraid of?'
Evan Fairchild was starting to believe what Jasper Rockwell had once said.
'Women... they really are creatures you can never understand!'
