She read those few sentences over and over again.
Melody Monroe bit her finger, staring at her phone screen, and suddenly let out a soft chuckle.
'This bittersweet feeling spreading through my heart… it couldn't be the sickeningly sweet scent of love, could it?!'
Melody Monroe was startled.
'Have I really fallen for Evan Fairchild?'
The thought terrified her.
'Then again, with a man like Evan Fairchild, it'd be strange *not* to fall for him.'
