The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 521

Meeting his gaze, Melissa raised her simple and bright eyes and opened her mouth to explain.

"I think I may not be suitable for the actor industry. I don't want to be an actress. I want to go back and think about how to start my life and re-elect a suitable path for myself."

Keith breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, as long as it was not a withdrawal, break-up, and leaving him, even if she wanted the stars in the sky, he would do his best to help her.

"Okay, I promise you. Don't worry. I won't force you to make a choice. You are now 21 years old at heart and have absolutely no acting experience. You certainly have the opportunity to choose your career path again."

He stretched out his palm towards Melissa. His eyes were gentle, and the bass was nice and pleasing to ears, "I'll take care of the crew. You're tired today. Let me take you back to rest, okay?"

Melissa stared at his broad palm for a while.

Keith was patient, waiting quietly for her to think about it and give a reply.

Melissa was really torn. For her, although Keith was rich and handsome, he was a stranger. Without any history of love, she could not do anything intimate with him.

But ... he was her fiancé. They were a couple and everyone knew it. The news was placed at the top of the front page for three days and nights.

Even if it was strange, she had to try to accept it.

She slowly reached out and rested her hand on Keith's palm.

Keith smiled with satisfaction and was excited as he led her up and out of the set.

The two walked one after the other, and he suddenly felt that if he was a little more daring at this point and picked her up, would she be angry?

Gotta try ...

Thinking of this, he stopped walking while Melissa was walking with her head down and led by him.

The moment he stopped, Melissa's head just hit his back.

"Mr. Lloyd?"

She rubbed her forehead in confusion and raised her eyes to look at him.

Keith turned around, bent straight down, and unceremoniously scooped her up in his arms.

"What are you ... doing!"

"I don't want to see you walk so hard so I decide to carry you to the car."

His deep bass was so good that Melissa's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

"There are so many people outside. You'd better put me down. I can walk by myself ..."

Keith's arms were not loose, and he walked steadily and fast.

"Hug my own fiancee. No one can say half a word. In the future, you have to get used to it. You can even try to order me."

Melissa hung her head and her cheeks reddened indefensibly.

Because she was so shy, she chose not to speak and let Keith carry her to the car.

Keith stared at her who was in his arms.

She was very well behaved and cute.

...

In Atria.

Late at night, all was silent.

The only sound that came from time to time was the sound of a man and a woman gasping in the presidential suite.

On the fifth time Malcolm tried to start, Lyra's small feet stepped on his broad chest to keep a distance from him.

"Can you stop it? How many times have you messed with me in one night? We've done it for the fourth time tonight. Why haven't you had enough?"

She glared at him indignantly, with her feet pushing viciously to keep him away and at a safe distance.

Malcolm was innocent, "I'm so strong. You don't like it?"