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.

have to

occupied the empty

movements, smooth and calm, as if everything

all settled, the atmosphere became a little

of nowhere, asked

are these two

but prick up their ears to hear

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

kept her mouth shut, her face devoid of any

casual and normal as she was, as

would speak again, lven took

over the table and cracked a smile

"That's right.We are friends!"

"No!"

loud voice cut

including Melody's, turned

were suddenly engulfed with

sudden outburst of denial?’' Iven looked as much as surprised as

at his boss sideways, trying to read

you weren't going to make a move to be with Melody, how are

from the first bomb Seth 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 voice cold and low but powerful enough to inflict fear on the people

my fiance!"

Everyone's expression was priceless.

lven, who was

move!' He was cheering silently on his

surely slap, using the sole of his shoes, those people who would try to say that his

believe

such a thing requires expertise which he

was really the type of person who wouldn't give a

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

a bit

out from their sockets after

he

of relationship Seth and his boss had.He stared

that true?" He

moment but nodded her head after

and she

a year since they got

curved up into a faint, evil

was having a hard time

he would never believe the confession

looked at Melody, still

was still doubting what he had

was trying to consume him, he

Why

couldn't finish his query,

man

"Lance!"

his name that way, Lance jerked on his seat.He abruptly stood

reaction or a reflex that he had developed over

on the table was

were quite appalled at what