"I''m familiar with these parts. Let me know who you''re looking for and I might just happen to know them!" The man promptly extended his hand to block Melody''s path when he saw her attempt to walk around him. "Don''t be in such a hurry to leave. That''s just in rude. I''m just helping you out of the kindness of my heart. Don''t just ignore me like that."


    Having nowhere to go after being blocked, Melody dealt patiently with him and said, "I came with a malepanion, and I''d like to go meet him now. Could you please let me through?"


    She believed that she had spoken in as polite a manner as possible, but the man seemed to misunderstand her and grow angry. "Who is he? Tell me!"


    "I''m under no obligation to tell you that." Melody tried to avoid engaging in a conversation with that man, but he continued to block her way. Melody''s expression soured and she asked with a sigh, "What do you want from me?"


    "Well, I want you to have a drink with me! I can let you leave," the man said as he casually took a ss of wine from the table and handed it to Melody. "But you must raise me a toast before you go!" Melody looked at the wine ss in front of her but hesitated to take it. Her alcohol tolerance was not too bad, and a ss of wine was just fine. However, drinking alcohol hadnded her in danger twice, and she could not tell if the wine was spiked. She was not that naive to think that she could be allowed to leave just by drinking that ss of wine. Once she started drinking, he would probably push her to drink a second, then a third, up until she got drunk!


    "I''m sorry, but I don''t drink," Melody walked to the side to try and avoid him.


    The man stretched out his hand and pulled her back. "I won''t allow a rude woman to leave that easy."


    "Ah!" Melody was not ustomed to wearing high heels, and she lost her bnce when he grasped her.


    Just when she thought she was going to make a fool of herself in front of all those people, a man appeared behind her and supported her by cing his arm around her waist. He helped her stand steadily and said, "Are you alright?"


    Melody came back to her senses and was stunned to see a familiar figure.


    The man who helped Melody up raised his eyes and said coldly, "I''m her friend. Do you need something from her?"


    The man who tried to hit on Melody immediately stopped his overbearing attitude. He shrugged and sheepishly left while holding the ss of wine.


    After making the man leave, Melody''s savior smiled at her and asked worriedly, "You okay? I hope I didn''t scare you."


    Melody was ovee with a sense of inferiority when she saw the man''s gaze. ''Why is he here?''


    The man saw her silence and asked, "Don''t you recognize me anymore? It''s barely been a couple of years since west spoke to each other."


    "I... I still do," Melody replied awkwardly and realized that she was a little too anxious. She quickly lowered her head and said, "You''re Sherman, right? Sherman Parr."


    Melody''s mind recalled her first day of high school when she stood among the sea of freshmen and looked up at Sherman as he addressed everyone on stage as their representative. From that moment on, Sherman became a guiding light in her life, and Melody would often look up to him. s, she never had the courage to reach out to him because she felt inferior.N?velDrama.Org owns this.