Kiss me tender

In the private room, Zack called to ask about Melissa's whereabouts. Melissa told Zack that she was eating at a restaurant by the sea with Eric. Zack didn't ask too much and told her to go back to the company tomorrow.

Eric also sent messages time by time. He also made several phone calls to cancel some programs, then he even turned off the phone. Melissa knew that it must be Woody or his company. She didn't want to ask him after he canceled the programs. She just wanted him to be less worried.

The more messages Eric had received, the gloom on his face grew. He used to enjoy a lot of food, but his good mood was ruined. After they finished eating and left the food stall, he didn't smile again.

At last, Melissa finally asked, "What's wrong?"

But Eric chose to keep it a secret and said calmly, "Nothing."

Melissa didn't know whether she should continue to ask· or not. At last seeing Eric turn around and force a smile. Then he said to her, "Don't worry too much. We'll have a good time tonight, won't we? Let's stop thinking about those things! "

She swallowed the rest words and watched as Eric started the engine and drove off.

The sea was far from the city and it would take more than one hour for them to drive back. So when they arrived at the city, it was almost 12 o'clock. The whole day had passed, and she felt sleepy. She had been too overwhelmed with lots of things before, so she couldn't fall asleep. But after tonight she was relaxed, and after this long drive by Eric, she fell asleep.

how long she had slept. It was not until the night breeze got a little cold that she woke up. She felt cold, then she found out that she wore Eric's coat and Eric

that Melissa had seen Eric smoking. She was surprised, but realized that this matter was really tricky. Otherwise, it would not affect his mood

put his

noise, Eric turned around and asked, "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I wake you up from

can handle it. Besides, the door

Eric lowered his head and fell silent. Stepping on the

What on earth has

but I couldn't find a place to live. Then I drove to your house, and

trying to change the subject, she didn't expect that there was no paparazzi in this house. She was curious too, so she glanced around. She turned around to look at Eric, not knowing what to say. The man was not willing to tell her, and was very determined not to tell her. She didn't know if she should continue

laughed and said, "It's late. I know you

home tonight. There

matter. I call Woody.

were miserable. To avoid the paparazzi's eyes, they couldn't even go home. Melissa knew that staying up late at several nights was not good for health. It seemed that being an artist needed