The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Melody rubbed her temples as she sat on the sofa. She felt drained, and she was just about to close her eyes for a moment's rest when her phone buzzed with a message. Thinking it was a reply from Lucas, she opened her eyes slowly and picked up the phone.

[Hey, Melody. Have you slept?] The message was from Sherman, rather than Lucas.

She typed back in a neutral reply. [Not yet, but soon. Thanks for sending me back today.] [You're welcome. We should keep in touch. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask.]

Melody stared at the phone for a while and sent a polite emoji in response before setting it aside.

She was not naive. Sherman's attitude toward her during their encounter felt like more than just friendly nostalgia. Alas, she was in no position to reciprocate.

All of a sudden, the sound of a car engine resonated through the silent night. Melody got up and walked toward the balcony.

to ask him some questions. Worried about exposing her lie, Melody considered going down. However, she hesitated and drew her hand back when she reached

for them to just wait and

house and headed upstairs after taking

living room.

Why are you still up, Grandma?" Lucas asked and turned to

unfamiliar perfume reached her nose. That scent certainly did not belong to Melody as she

with me to the study. We need to talk," Beatrice said as she walked toward the

thought over it for

down," Beatrice said firmly. "Melody is a