A cafe that blends into time

Not Returning Home at Night

"Another one ran away?"

Tammy repeated, unable to stop herself from looking down at the information on her phone.

Stalking, depression, fans...

These keywords, pieced together, all pointed to Assistant Lucy.

Tammy had witnessed Assistant Lucy stalking Simon. The information also revealed that Assistant Lucy was a fan of Simon and had been suffering from severe depression for years. Could it be...

Was Assistant Lucy one of those fanatical stalker fans?

But...

Tammy couldn't understand. Assistant Lucy was already very close to Simon. Why would she stalk him like a fanatical fan? It didn't make sense.

Perhaps Assistant Lucy was not satisfied with just being Simon's assistant and wanted to be closer to him?

Was she obsessed with Simon and wanted to take their relationship further?

All sorts of thoughts filled Tammy's mind. She raised her hand to cover her forehead and sighed softly, "It's too complicated. This is not for me. What should I do..."

All Tammy knew now was that both Simon and Assistant Lucy didn't have much time left.

"No," Tammy quickly cheered herself up, "I have to save Simon no matter what. Whether it's for my 168 hours or for Simon's good looks. If Simon dies, I'll never see such a deep, gentle, and romantic leading man again."

Gary, sitting opposite Tammy, was looking at her with disgust.

Tammy had just eaten a hamburger and had only wiped her hands with a napkin. Now, she didn't know what had gotten into her. She was slapping her forehead and pulling her hair. She must have gotten the smell of the McFish burger all over her hair.

Gary folded his arms and said, "Miss Siren, you don't have depression, do you?"

"I don't..." Tammy wanted to defend herself. Who would believe she had depression? She wasn't a clingy ragdoll cat.

Gary raised his hand to interrupt and said, "Right, depression isn't as serious as you look."

Tammy: "..."

"Give me back my phone," Gary said again, "I'm leaving first. The information will be sent to your phone soon. I'll also transfer the money for the grandfather clock directly to your phone."

He glanced at his luxurious wristwatch and said, "I'll bring someone to your coffee shop around tonight to move my grandfather clock."

"Tonight?" Tammy shook her head immediately, "No, I won't be at the coffee shop tonight."

"Ten o'clock?" Gary compromised.

Tammy shook her head again, "Not at ten either."

Gary sneered, "Midnight? What are you up to, Tammy? I'm bringing people to move the grandfather clock, not to be alone with you. Even if it's in the middle of the night..."

Tammy realized that Mr. York had an outstanding imagination and always liked to imagine some "perverted" things.

Tammy ruthlessly interrupted Gary's reverie and said, "I mean, I'm not going home tonight. I'm staying near the hospital. So, Mr. York, could you come and move the grandfather clock another day?"

"Not returning home and staying in the hospital?" Gary instinctively wanted to ask why, but before the words came out of his mouth, he already understood.

Why else? Of course, it was because Simon was hospitalized.

Gary scrutinized Tammy critically and said, "That fanatical stalker who's stalking Simon, I think it's you, isn't it?"

Tammy ignored his sarcasm and said, "Please send me the information quickly. As soon as possible."

Gary didn't respond. He stood up, lightly dusted off his trench coat, put his hands in his pockets, and strode away with a dashing gait.

This time, it was finally Gary's turn to leave dashingly.

However, as Gary walked out of the noisy fast-food restaurant, he suddenly realized that he was enveloped in a strong smell of hamburgers, probably the same smell as Tammy's hair now.

Although Gary left proudly without acknowledging anyone, Tammy quickly received the information he sent her.

There were a total of 1,178 documents.

55 videos.

7,709 photos!

"Oh my goodness..."

Tammy was stunned.

She had just quickly browsed through Assistant Lucy's information on Gary's phone earlier. There wasn't much, and it wouldn't take more than ten minutes to finish reading.

And now...

Simon's information was...

Simon is indeed a popular star now. Even if Tammy had the skill of reading ten lines at a glance, she would probably spend the whole night and still not be able to go through all this information.

Gary's secretary had dug up every detail of Simon's career since his debut. Even Simon's real height, weight, shoe size, and underwear size were listed.

Of course, Tammy immediately saw her own name.

She had no memories of being a coffee shop owner before, but she saw some of the experiences of the coffee shop owner when he was Simon's assistant in the information.

"Sigh—"

Tammy didn't know how many times she had sighed today. She said, "No wonder Mr. ‌George hates me..."

As soon as she finished sighing, Tammy's eyes lit up, "Oh my, this photo is so handsome. Mr. ‌George has such a good figure..."

Simon was indeed a gentle young man, just as Tammy had imagined.

If someone was kind to him, he would definitely be even kinder to that person. Not only gentle, but also very loyal.

Tammy quickly browsed through the information and found that Simon should have known about Assistant Lucy's depression, but he had never shown any disgust towards her. He had even accompanied Assistant Lucy to see a psychologist several times.

Simon was also very gentle to his fans. Of course, among Simon's huge fan base, there were also quite a few haters.

Although the agency has suppressed the news about Simon's obsessed fan jumping off a building, some rumors are still circulating and have even escalated to the point of viciously defaming Simon.

Some people accuse Simon of not paying enough attention to his fans. If he hadn't turned his fans away, the fan wouldn't have been driven to jump off a building.

Some claim that the reason Simon's fan jumped wasn't because she had depression. It was because Simon had slept with the female fan, who was pregnant, and Simon didn't want to take responsibility, so the fan resorted to jumping off a building in despair.

Some even say that after Simon had an improper relationship with the fan, he pushed her off the roof to silence her.

"Simon is a beast in sheep's clothing. This isn't the first time he's slept with a fan."

"Yeah, Simon has ambiguous relationships with all his assistants. He's a scumbag."

"Simon is a murderer! I've already called the police!"

"Is Simon kidding? He's a grown man. So what if a girl knocks on his door at night? Knowing she has depression and still being so inconsiderate, isn't he deliberately trying to drive her to her death?"

"Get out of the entertainment industry!"

"Whether directly or indirectly, Simon is responsible for the fan's death. Simon, get out of the entertainment industry and ban him!"

"Simon is so pitiful..."

Tammy looked at the various malicious comments in the documents, feeling indignant. These bystanders don't know the specific situation and have convicted Simon of nonexistent misdeeds just with their mouths, as if they are the most righteous judges.

The agency has a dedicated PR team that has tried to delete the malicious comments as much as possible. However, a careful search online still reveals these comments.

There are also several dark videos in the documents. At first glance, they seem strange. Tammy, still immersed in the atmosphere of the malicious comments, subconsciously clicks on one of the videos to continue viewing the documents.

The video shows nothing at first, just darkness, like a horror movie, where a scary ghost could appear at any moment.

"So this is the surveillance footage from the entrance of Mr. ‌George's apartment," Tammy says softly.

Suddenly, two dark figures appear in the dark surveillance footage. They are two obsessed fans of depression.

The lights on the staircase are not on. It's unclear whether they are broken or deliberately turned off. The two obsessed fans are immersed in darkness throughout, and their faces are not clear. All that can be seen is that they are wearing heavy clothes, and even their figures cannot be guessed.

They frantically knock on the apartment door, constantly pacing back and forth at the entrance, like zombies in an apocalyptic movie...

"Something's not right..."

Tammy stares at the video, her gaze suddenly becoming confused. She murmurs, "No, this isn't right..."

The fast-food restaurant has turned on its bright neon lights. It's already pitch black at 7 p.m. in the winter.

Gary drives by and happens to see the bustling fast-food restaurant on the corner, inexplicably reminding him of Tammy, who is like a greedy hamster.

"Tammy?"

They say that if you keep thinking about someone, you will eventually see them. Gary has only thought of Tammy a few times when he spots the person who suddenly appears in his mind through the glass window of the fast-food restaurant on the corner.

It's indeed Tammy. She has been sitting in the fast-food restaurant for the whole afternoon without moving.

Gary looks carefully. This is the fast-food restaurant across from the hospital. So Tammy has been here all along. She said she wouldn't be home tonight.

At this moment, Tammy suddenly stands up, pushes open the door of the fast-food restaurant, and runs out.

The road isn't very wide, so there are no crosswalks or traffic lights. At 7 p.m., there was still a considerable amount of traffic.

Tammy doesn't know what urgent matter she has encountered. She is clearly crossing the road but doesn't stop at all, running quickly without any regard.

"Tammy!"

Gary, who was driving by, was startled. He quickly parks his car by the roadside and can't help but roll down the window to shout at her, "Are you crazy? Are you crossing the road or rushing to reincarnate?"

After shouting, Gary regrets it. He feels like he's meddling in other people's business, and it's as if he's the one who's gone crazy...

"Mr. York, is that you?" Tammy is a bit surprised but doesn't think too much about it. She says, "I have an urgent matter. I need to find Mr. ‌George. I'll go ahead."

"Wait," Gary says.

Simon, it's Simon again.

Gary's face is cold. "Simon isn't in the hospital anymore. Didn't you know?"

"What?" Tammy stops in her tracks. "He's not in the hospital anymore?"

Gary says, "I heard that reporters and fans chased him to the hospital, so in the afternoon, his assistant took him away to a villa in the suburbs to recuperate."

"Click—"

As soon as Gary finishes speaking, the door to the passenger seat is opened from the outside.

Tammy opens the door and quickly gets in. "Mr. York, can you take me to Mr. ‌George's villa in the suburbs?"

"Me?" Gary couldn't believe it. He has many quirks, such as not liking to use a driver, but he also doesn't have the quirk of driving others.

"Please, Mr. York," Tammy says anxiously. "Mr. ‌George is in danger. I must find him quickly."

Please...

Listening to Tammy's soft and sincere voice, Gary's heart skips a beat. Is Tammy counting with him?

What new trick is his ex-girlfriend trying to pull?