After finishing her shower, Melody put on a pink silk nightgown and began blow-drying her hair. Her


    ck silky hair cascaded like ink. In the mirror, her skin appeared smooth and wless.


    Feeling pleased with herself, Melody admired her reflection before returning to the bedroom to get


    ready for bed. Just as she


    approached the door, she heard the sound of her neighbor vomiting.


    Nash had indeed drunk too much.


    Melody enjoyed drinking with her group, but she had never drunk with


    Bertram before. That guy could hold his liquor.


    With a click, Melody entered Nash’s room with a cup of tea in hand. Have a cup of tea,” she said softly.


    She ced the tea on the bedside table before gently patting Nash’s back.


    Nash continued to retch, expelling mostly alcohol with hardly any food. Drinking on an empty stomach


    was an intense experience. Having consumed about two pounds of alcohol, he had already vomited


    nearly one pound. He felt a bit relieved after throwing up,


    though.


    Slowly lifting his gaze, Nash found himself facing a pair of snow- white, shapely thighs. Melody was


    holding out the teacup to him. Nash gulped down two mouthfuls of tea.


    “If you can’t handle it, why drink so much? Let’s see if you’ll still insist on showing off again next time!”


    Mdy scolded Nash, feeling a bit guilty herself.


    Putting down the teacup, Nash leaned back against the headboard and closed his eyes. “Rare


    moments of happiness should be cherished. If I get drunk, then so be it.”


    He was wearing only a white shirt which was unbuttoned, revealing


    his bronze skin and delicate corbones. Melody nced at him


    before quickly looking away. “You should go to sleep. I’m going to bed too. There’s bottled water in the


    drawer if you get thirsty. Help yourself.”


    With that, she turned to leave, but Nash grabbed her wrist. His hot palm sent shivers down Melody’s


    entire arm, causing goosebumps to form on her skin. She tried to break free, but Nash pulled her into


    his


    arms.


    “Aren’t you going to sleep?” she asked nervously, her voice trembling. She was extremely tense and


    regretted not drinking a few more sses to boost her courage.


    Nash gazed at her beautiful face with a drunken gaze and lightly as he pinched her chin. “I’m not very


    sleepy right now


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    Melody bit her lip, not daring to look at him.


    Nash released her chin and then rested his hand on her smoo


    leg. Melody’s muscles tensed. Feeling too embarrassed to lo him, she buried herself in his embrace.


    “Melody,” Nash’s voice was husky as he said her name.


    “Huh?” Melody looked up at him, relieved that he knew who she wa and had not mistaken her for Hera.


    “Are you willing to be my woman?” Nash asked softly, his hand


    movements bing increasingly bold.


    Feeling his touch crossing the line, Melody closed her legs and resisted a bit. “T-Then… will you love


    me?” she nervously asked. She did not know what position she held in Nash’s heart. Was she just a


    tool for release? If that was the case, she would not agree.


    “Yes,” Nash replied firmly.


    Tears welled up in Melody’s eyes as Nash lowered his head and kissed her soft lips. Melody had taken


    a shower and brushed her teeth, so her lips tasted sweet and of refreshing mint.