The low, seductive voice, Melody used to hear it and would absolutely pounce on him, overwhelmed by desire.
But now, only an awkward expression remained on her face.
She didn't know if John Foster had some misunderstanding about her, or if he really thought she was a fool, thinking a slap and a gentle rub would make her forget the pain.
Melody forced a smile and said, "I remember there's a lady by your side... If you're lonely, why don't you ask her to keep you company?"
"..."
Just like a magic trick, the seductive look on John's face vanished instantly, and he looked at her with a blank expression, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes.
Melody couldn't keep up with his pace. How did she not know before that John was such a fickle person?
He had always appeared elegant and perfect in front of her, the most considerate and intimate lover.
Of course, that could just be her way of seeing him.
She had imagined him too perfectly.
Without seeing the real him at all.
