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

surprised, but realized that this matter was really tricky. Otherwise, it would not affect his mood so that he was now smoking, even though

anymore. She put his coat on her hand, and opened the

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

Besides, the door

and fell silent. Stepping on the cigarette, he didn't know what to

his expression, Melissa asked, "Eric, tell me the truth. What on earth has happened? Is there anything more serious that you haven't

I 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

was no paparazzi in this house. She was curious too, so she glanced around. She turned around to look at

and said, "It's late. I know you are tired. Go back and have a

don't think you can go back to your home tonight. There are paparazzi everywhere in the city. You… Where are we going to

doesn't matter. I call Woody. He

thought that the artists 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