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.