"Do you have to be so cold? We're going to my parents' place for dinner. The least you can do is hold my hand. Or do you want them to find out about the contract?" Melody asked, her tone clipped as she glanced at the cold-faced man beside her.
Adam didn't even flinch. His expression remained blank, his eyes fixed ahead like she hadn't spoken at all.
Over the last few days, Melody had started wondering if she had made a mistake. A serious one. He had been nicer to her when she was Melody—when he hadn't known the truth. Back then, his gaze lingered. His tone was softer. There had been something almost warm in the way he spoke to her.
But now?
Now it was like standing next to a wall.
