His hand was still on her lips. Such an intimate touch felt like it had opened a door to a whole new world for her; she had never experienced anything like it.
Her heart hammered against her ribs, threatening to burst! Melody held her breath, afraid to even breathe.
Evan Fairchild watched her, his gaze dark and deep, as he slowly let go...
Melody thought he was letting her go. She immediately shifted, trying to escape.
Evan Fairchild instantly raised his arm, blocking her path.
She was like prey caught in a trap, completely unable to escape the hunter's grasp.
"P-President Fairchild, what are you doing here?" she stammered.
"This is my house. Shouldn't I be here?"
"No... that's not what I meant. I heard you don't live here."
"From now on, I'm living here."
Melody tilted her face up to look at him, but the moment their eyes met, his fiery gaze made her immediately lower her head, unable to hold his stare.
