Evan Fairchild hugged the woman who had just thrown herself into his arms.
'Is this... Has she finally accepted me?'
'Talk about a delayed reaction.'
Melody Monroe wrapped her arms around him, using all her strength. "Happy marriage, Mr. Fairchild!"
"This isn't the wedding I had planned. Let's have a proper ceremony, shall we?"
"No, this is fine. I'm very content," Melody Monroe said, shaking her head. "Let's sign a prenuptial agreement—a retroactive one."
"What prenuptial agreement?"
"One for our assets."
"So, Mrs. Fairchild isn't after my money, just me? Is that it?" Evan Fairchild asked with a smile.
Melody Monroe blushed.
Evan Fairchild suddenly leaned closer to her. "Tell me, how exactly are you 'after' me?"
"I'm not..."
"Mrs. Fairchild, you still owe me a wedding night."
...
The two of them didn't come downstairs until noon.
Evan Fairchild carried Melody Monroe downstairs.
