"I..." Melody Monroe was speechless.
'Damn these capitalists!'
"This income will be deposited into your studio's account. Next time, you can invest in choosing a script yourself."
Melody Monroe: ...
'Damn capitalists... sometimes they can be a little endearing.'
"Thank you, darling," Melody Monroe immediately said, her voice dripping with sweetness.
"So you're not going to refuse me anymore?"
"I can't refuse you," Melody Monroe said with a smile, shaking her head.
But Evan Fairchild's smile was even wider than hers. 'Looks like the tactic was a success after all,' he thought.
'At least this way, his wife won't keep such a strict accounting with him, treating him like a mere business partner instead of a husband.'
"Come have some soup." Evan Fairchild took her hand and led her to the dining table.
