The brief flicker in Evan Fairchild's eyes vanished. He turned and walked away.
Melody Monroe looked up at his back, completely unable to fathom what was going through his mind.
A knock sounded at the door. Evan Fairchild took the breakfast and said to Melody Monroe, "Eat your breakfast."
Melody Monroe realized that Ian had fallen asleep again. The breakfast Evan Fairchild had ordered was only a single portion.
"Aren't you eating?"
"I don't have an appetite." Evan Fairchild sat on the sofa. "It's all yours. You have to eat every last bite."
Melody Monroe looked crestfallen. "So much?"
"Don't leave anything."
Right then, Evan Fairchild was the very picture of a strict parent disciplining a child.
She wasn't even this strict when she fed Ian. She would just tell him to eat as much as he could, never demanding that he finish every single thing.
Under Evan Fairchild's gaze, she sat down and quietly ate her breakfast.
