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.

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

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

that she could not do it anymore. She put his coat on her hand, and opened

from the heavy smoke? I'm sorry! " Eric immediately lowered his head and stubbed out

it. Besides, the door is closed, so

his head and fell silent. Stepping on

the truth. What on earth

drove to your house, and I didn't even find a paparazzi. It's amazing, isn't it? Maybe it's because they have been waiting for you so long that they thought you wouldn't

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

know you are tired. Go back and have a

you can go back to your home tonight. There are paparazzi everywhere in the city. You… Where are we

doesn't matter. I call

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 endurance and physical strength. She