After sending the message, Melody sat silently on the sofa.
She truly felt very apologetic for troubling Iris Harris.
But if she wanted to get away, she had no choice but to ask for her help.
Thinking of this, she let out a somewhat helpless sigh, a trace of worry appearing on her charming face.
John Foster lifted the quilt, got out of bed naked, turned his head to glance at Melody, who was sitting on the sofa with her head down, looking quiet and delicate in profile.
His eyes flickered with an indecipherable glint, and he let out a light laugh, then pushed open the bathroom door to take a shower.
When he came out, Melody was still sitting there.
Putting on a bathrobe, John walked over barefoot.
The woman who had been quietly sitting there suddenly turned her head as if guarding against some wild animal.
Her jumpy demeanor made John chuckle again, finding it amusing, and he looked at her with interest.
This lunatic.
