"I'll check right now."
"Found it!"
"Evan Fairchild! How is that possible?"
Hearing the name, Melody Monroe's hand trembled, and the noodle snapped!
"Oh no! What a shame!"
"She stretched it so long, and then it broke!"
Melody Monroe stared at the ruined noodle on the table, feeling utterly frustrated. 'My arms are sore from pulling, and I was so close to succeeding,' she thought. 'But the moment I heard Evan Fairchild's name, my heart went into a frenzy!'
Evan Fairchild was still sitting in the coffee shop across the street, watching the livestream.
When he saw Melody Monroe snap the noodle just from hearing his name, a hint of a smile surfaced in his eyes.
'Does she care about me that much? Don't tell me she's jealous?'
"Hey, look, wasn't Eileen Scott's team just here? That coffee shop across the street, isn't that the one where Evan Fairchild appeared?"
"Yeah!"
"That's the one!"
"Is Evan Fairchild still there?"
