The Day I Kissed An Older Man

"What does that mean? It's just the literal meaning," Melody sat on the nearby chair and frowned at him. "Do I have to remind you of the things you do yourself?"

Lucas sat up from the bed with a stern face. "Melody, make your words clear. What do you mean by 'acting and pretending skills'? What am I pretending?"

The man in front of her was two-faced, saying one thing in public and another behind her back. Denying the things he had done was not a good trait. She realized she idealized him too much. "What else do you want me to say?" Melody was determined today and gave Lucas no mercy. "You're just good at pretending, at everything. Lucas, can't you be more genuine?"

Lucas had no idea what he had done to make her say such things. "Genuine? Like what?"

"You and Stella clearly have more than just a casual friendship, yet you pretend to be just friends in front of me. Isn't that pretending?"

This again.

"Melody, let me tell you one last time: Stella and I are truly

the study. Melody was left in

she could not sleep well. In the early hours of the morning, Melody

morning, when Beatrice saw Lucas coming out of the study, she knew that something must have

Riveras," urged Beatrice without questioning what had happened with Lucas. Knowing his personality, he would not share the details with her. She had

his concerns, reluctantly made his way to the Riveras residence. Beatrice summoned him to the garden, where she

Lucas and Melody have a

matter, and Edmund found it hard to broach. "Um... Mister Lucas and Miss Melody simply had a misunderstanding. Once it's explained, everything will be fine. Please don't worry too much, Madam," he replied

clearly dissatisfied with his response, set the scissors aside and scrutinized him. "You've been with Lucas all this time, not just assisting him with work. What exactly