Evan Fairchild furrowed his brow. Although he hadn't heard the full sentence, he did catch the phrase "fictional character." He couldn't for the life of him figure out what that was supposed to mean.
"What fictional character?" Evan Fairchild asked softly.
"It's... it's..." Melody Monroe mumbled incoherently, but before she could explain, she fell asleep in Evan Fairchild's arms.
"Melody?" Evan Fairchild called out twice, but the girl in his arms didn't respond.
He couldn't help but chuckle.
'She's completely drunk and talking nonsense.'
'So when she said she liked me, was it true?'
'Her saying she likes me... It must be a case of drunk words being sober thoughts.'
'That's right. That must be it.'
Tommy drove back to the villa.
Evan Fairchild carried Melody Monroe back into the house. Suddenly, Melody woke up, struggled out of Evan Fairchild's arms, and plopped right onto the floor.
