“Daniel, you have no right!”
I turned around and coldly cursed. Daniel leaned in close to me.
He then said, stressing each word, “Felicia, I don’t want to be angry tonight.”
“What do you mean? Afraid of scaring your little darling?”
I provocatively tugged at his tie. It was a Windsor knot, which I tied with my own hands. Now, it smelled of another woman’s perfume.
“Felicia, stay away from Daniel!”
Emily suddenly rushed forward and slapped my hand away.
“Daniel, I don’t want any apologies! Why does everyone want to steal you away?”
She threw herself at Daniel. Her voice trembled with tears.
It was a childish statement, yet Daniel listened patiently.
He chuckled softly and gently wiped away Emily’s tears. “Sweetheart, I’ll only go with you. Is that alright?”
“I won’t believe you unless... unless you make a promise with me!”
Daniel didn’t refuse. Only then did Emily’s tears turn to laughter.
I listened quietly to the gasps around me, already picturing tomorrow’s headlines.
[Daniel Brottier, the Great Actor, Deeply Cherishes His Girlfriend.]
Daniel was probably genuinely angry because he didn’t say a word to me until the event ended. Emily leaned against his shoulder, smiling happily.
“Felicia, tonight was my fault. I apologize.”
When we reached the underground parking garage, Daniel unexpectedly followed me out. I stared at the contract termination agreement on my phone screen, not responding.
“That young lady only wants sensation and popularity. If we don’t give it to her, she’ll make a scene.”
Danielle leaned against my car with one hand, looking down at me. It was actually about last night, when I brought him the hangover soup and stumbled upon the scene.
I saw that girl. Her eyes were red and kept chugging after a glass of liquor.
“Felicia’s reputation was built on drinking! So, I can do it too.”
“Daniel, I’ll try harder to become more useful. Please pay more attention to me.”
She didn’t need to try. Daniel doted on her, wishing the whole world would make way for his little girl.
I pulled his hand away and smiled coldly. “Didn’t last night’s hangover soup wake you up?”
Daniel’s face darkened. He threw several checks at me with a sharp smack.
“Emily only said you made a living by selling yourself—Is that really something to hold a grudge over now?”
“Plenty of people online criticize you—why focus on her? Fifty billion should be enough for your emotional damage.”
“Let’s put this behind us, stop making a scene.”
Watching his smug expression, the tension coiled inside me snapped. I rushed forward like a madwoman.
“Who am I being scolded for? Daniel, has your conscience been eaten by dogs?”
Daniel puffed out his cheek. “You just like chasing people, don’t you?”
Slap!
I trembled as I pulled my hand back. Daniel’s light smile vanished and he clenched his teeth.
“Felicia! Am I not telling the truth? What the hell are you freaking out about!”
I bit my lip hard. “Is this your first day meeting me? I’m a madwoman! You loved me to death back then and now you’re scared?”
Daniel laughed bitterly, grabbed my hand and slammed me against the car.
“Come on! Let’s see who’s crazier!”
“Get off me! Don’t touch me with your filthy hands!”
Hysterical, I pounded him with punch after punch. Daniel groaned, eyes red, holding my legs tightly against his.
The room fell silent. In the tight space, only our heavy breathing remained.
“Felicia, don’t be so stubborn. You’re pushing me away.”
He sighed. Then his hand reached to wipe my tears.
The next second, the phone rang. I knew it was Emily’s.
“Felicia, Emily’s crying because of you. I have to go comfort her.”
I watched Daniel walk away. Then I wiped my tears.
My guy was off wiping another girl’s tears. And I was too old to cry over things like this.
