Fit For Your Love

Lafite Restaurant, 36th floor.

Melody and Everett sat by the window.

In front of them were exquisite sirloin steak and a glass of red wine.

The two of them ate elegantly with knives and forks as usual.

Different looks such as surprise, curious or doubtful came from all around.

Melody ignored them.

There was an elegant smile on her lips, and happiness filled her eyes.

It seemed that the report on the front page was pure gossip and they had no effect on her.

But...

"Everett, I didn't expect you to have a scandal one day.’ She picked up the glass and shook it slightly.

She looked at Everett with a smile on her lips.

Everett picked up the napkin and wiped the corner of his mouth.

There was a noble air emanating from it.

He looked up at her.

"Rumors would exist when there are reporters.’ Melody's smiled even more, but the coldness in her eyes deepened.

Everyone knew that anyone in this world could have a scandal, but one person couldn't.

This person was Everett.

Now, he told her that.

Did those reporters unborn all these past years? 

"Do you think I will believe this reason?"

"You can choose not to believe it."

Melody's smile disappeared little by little.

Everett took the glass and shook it lightly.

Melody curled up her fingers on the table and clenched her hands.

"Everett, I realized that I never looked through you."

Everett paused as he shook the glass, then his eyes fell on her face.

seen through

a

and her

by this staring, reminding her of the scene on

Henry kissed her forcefully.

knew that Everett wouldn't

now he seemed to know

raised the

only when you can't see through me that you have always been interested in me.’ Everett looked into her eyes

"Really?"

"Of course."

Melody to

at the car leaving and

was sweat on her

Everett was

was impossible for him to

if he did, it was not her

was no need for her to feel

was him who should feel

heart was now on his nephew's fiancée!

door opened and

cold when

cursing at Bill like he always did,

treating Bill

wrong at all.He strutted over

still in the same

paused for a while, but he didn't reply and

smiled and walked

he came home two

he knew that

his father would donate this to the museum! He was so angry

angrier was that his father sold the land, the house, and

leave him

it weren't for the fact that someone had paid him a high price

the study and started

the place his father would

knew all about

for the enameled porcelain plate, he saw that book, ‘Secrets of Green Embroidery’ passed down from generation

at that time, he only thought it was a useless

someone would offer millions of

book and give it to

couldn't help laughing

the

head and took the tape to seal

Bill ran out. "Where is that useless

without raising his head, “ I burned