The Day I Kissed An Older Man

Melody smiled softly. "I'm glad I could help everyone."

Although some people were simply taking advantage of Melody's guidance, where there was one, there was usually another. Through these interactions, people began to get to know Melody more, and they discovered that her aloof appearance did not match her true nature at all.

Many people's impressions of Melody changed subtly over time, and she found solace in being treated kindly by others. As for what Shaun said about 'taking advantage' or anything like that, she could not care less. She enjoyed acting as well as other aspects of filmmaking.

She might have considered working behind the scenes if it were not for her greater passion for the big screen. Bringing stories to life through live-action filming and then projecting them onto the big screen involved every aspect from acting to directing, and each person played a crucial role in shaping the final presentation of the film. Just like a screw on an assembly line, it took everyone's effort to make a movie. "Miss Melody, someone is looking for you."

Melody smiled serenely, allowing the makeup artist to touch up her makeup. She found it a bit odd to have someone looking for her at that moment.

could it be?' she wondered. She had already informed Beatrice and Cedric earlier that she would be fully

told Melody how much she was missing her during their phone call last night, she had not mentioned anything about coming to visit Melody on set. Melody knew very well that Beatrice was very supportive

had always believed that women must have their own careers to earn respect from others. Apart from Beatrice and Cedric, Melody could not think of anyone else who would come looking for her. "Well then, Mister Shaun, I'll guess I'll go

another sip of his tea and quickly waved his hand. "Sure, go ahead. You deserve a break. You've been working tirelessly

on her face, but she did not expect to find Helen waiting for her there. Melody's steps slowed as she approached, only confirming when she reached her that it was indeed her mother

are you

praise her daughter, but as soon as she heard

her daughter? What kind of daughter are you? You're not even half as filial as Wendy. She's not even my biological daughter, yet she knows to take me to the beauty salon. But you? You just grabbed your suitcase and

Melody's face. "Yes, you've said I'm not a good daughter before. It's not like you didn't know that, so why do you always have to come to me to confirm it again? Why don't you just stay at home since Wendy is so