His Heiress Wife (Retika)

Lance was the most astonished one.He wasn't expecting to see Seth there.But then Lance realized that he wasn't mistaken after all about that day.

Seth indeed owned the car that he saw.

However, this only meant that Seth and Melody might know each other.

Lance was now certain that his mind was not playing tricks on him, that what he saw was real.

Melody turned around and spotted Seth.

Iven was standing behind him.

She frowned, her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

The place suddenly became too narrow, and an air of mock discomfort cut across it.

Melody just stared, but her mouth remained zipped.Seth noticed her displeasure and began speaking.

A hint of gentleness could still be traced in his voice despite the coldness it was trying to convey.

"You're not allowed to drink!"

As soon as the words came out of Seth's mouth, everyone stiffened, and the atmosphere had suddenly become tense.

Everyone on the table knew about Melody's temper.

But they, first and foremost, were aware of the fact that this woman sitting with them couldn't tolerate anyone who was trying to get a hold of her, to control her, to overpower her.

Melody was the type of girl who wouldn't backtrack against her enemy.

And this man standing behind her must have no idea what he was up to.

Perhaps he had a death wish.

His handsome features and act of bravado couldn't save him from the inevitable danger he was walking into.

Ilven noticed the uneasiness on the table.

He sensed a serious discomfort radiating between them, so he tried to lighten it up by speaking.

"Hey, Melody! What a coincidence? We're here to eat.I've heard they served the best pizza here, aren't they?"

He began.

"And honestly! We didn't expect to see you here.Wow!" He said with a smile.

"Since we're all here, why don't we eat together?"

After saying that, lven pulled out two chairs without waiting for the other party to reply.He offered the other chair to Seth, which he ignored.

Instead, Seth glanced at the man sitting next to Melody.

His eyes were icy cold.

Clifford, who was sitting next to Melody, felt the burning stares of the man, so he immediately stood up to give up his seat.

It was a subconscious decision.

didn't have to think at

slowly occupied the

smooth and calm,

the atmosphere became a little

one of Lance's men, out of nowhere, asked a

these two

up

Lance had already decided that if Melody's answer were a big "no", he would bravely take his boss out

her mouth shut, her face devoid of

casual and normal as she was, as if nothing was happening

again, lven took it as a sign to speak himself

looked over the table and cracked a

"That's right.We are friends!"

"No!"

voice cut

eyes, including Melody's,

suddenly engulfed with

Iven looked as much as surprised as the

stared at his boss sideways, trying

with Melody, how are you going to get close to her in

had dropped when another explosion came out of his mouth.He turned his scalding eyes to Melody, determined to tell the truth.He opened his mouth slowly, his

my fiance!"

Everyone's expression was priceless.

lven, who was shocked to

a move!' He was cheering silently on his seat, his heart dancing

would surely slap, using the sole of his shoes, those people who would try to say that his master was nothing but

believe

thing requires expertise which

foremost, that Seth was really the type of person who

those men who were into Melody had to set their feelings at

have been a bit

from their sockets after hearing the

did he expect

Seth and his boss had.He stared at Melody

that true?" He asked

for a moment but nodded

that Seth was right, and she

it's been a year since they

curved up into

was having a hard time accepting

only Melody didn't nod, he would never

at Melody, still confused,

still doubting what

to consume him, he bravely worded a

Boss? Why is

couldn't finish his query, but Melody already got

the man sitting next

"Lance!"

seat.He abruptly stood up and lowered his head in

reaction or a reflex that he had developed

on the table

were quite appalled at what