"I should go back to my seat. I'll change my clothes after we land, and I'll be fine." Melody Monroe turned to leave.
Suddenly, a hand tightened around her wrist.
"Sit down." Evan Fairchild pulled her down into the seat.
The abrupt movement stunned the nearby flight attendant.
"We know each other," Evan Fairchild said, straightening his suit before sitting down as well.
"Ma'am, do you know this gentleman?"
"No—" Melody Monroe had just begun to speak when she felt Evan Fairchild's gaze land on her. "Not... not very well," she quickly corrected herself.
"Ma'am, are you alright with sitting here, then?" the flight attendant confirmed again.
"Yes, it's fine." Melody Monroe nodded.
With Evan Fairchild now blocking the aisle, she couldn't leave even if she wanted to. She felt a growing sense of panic and risked a glance up at him.
His sharp eyebrows were as dark as ink, and his deep gaze was fixed on her.
Melody Monroe immediately looked away, not daring to meet his gaze.
