The Day I Kissed An Older Man novel Chapter 2161

Others quickly made way for Lucas. As he approached Melody, the whispers started again.

"Tsk! Melody must've used a love potion on Mister Lucas. Otherwise, why would he choose her when he could be with Miss Stella?"

"Hush. We lowly workers will never understand the minds of the rich. I distinctly remember hearing that Mister Lucas and Miss Stella grew up together, so they must've been childhood sweethearts. How did Melody suddenly become part of the picture? Tsk, tsk! I shudder to think what underhanded tactics she used to become Mister Lucas' wife."

Melody was already not well-liked by the others, and Lucas' frequent visits on her behalf only added a tinge of jealousy among the group.

"Mister Lucas must be here to help Melody again, right? She'll probably be let off the hook with nothing but a slap on the wrist."

Everyone assumed Lucas was there to help smooth things over for Melody.

"What are you..."

Before Melody could finish her sentence, Lucas walked away, stopping in front of Stella.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Lucas asked her in a deep voice.

Stella lifted her head in pleasant surprise. She had not expected Lucas to come looking for her.

That incident happened because of his own carelessness, resulting in a wasted scene. Despite the two of them having worked for many years together, Shaun—known for his seriousness in filmmaking—did not hesitate to give him an earful when things went wrong. Yet, the person thought it was Melody's fault.

Melody knew deep down that since that day, the filmmaker had been holding a grudge, wanting to take revenge on her. However, when it came to acting, she believed there was nothing this person could use against her, especially since she did not feel responsible for that previous mistake.

Unexpectedly, he finally found an opportunity to vent his frustration on her.

Stella hung her head, looking even more aggrieved but unwilling to speak it out so that she would look more pitiful.

Melody felt a bitterness in her heart, like someone had spilled lemon juice on her chest. Alas, she did not have the right to question anything.