"Louisa has been with me for nine years and has seen a lot of things. I don't think a supercar is a big deal."
"But you have to know, as an assistant, what you should and shouldn't accept."
Marco took a step back, lost his composure and apologized several times.
"It's my fault, Mr. Gilmore. Please don't blame Ms. Louisa."
Ms. Louisa?
The way he called her changed to be more intimate.
Louisa stepped on her high heels to protect the man behind her and hugged my waist.
She took out a bottle of perfume from her eight-digit Hermes bag and smiled dotingly.
"Well, my Baby, here ... I bought you a new limited-edition perfume, so don't be angry."
I stared at the perfume in her hand and recalled every moment of us for the past nine years.
Louisa and I had been dating since we were in college until now.
As a cold and aloof beauty, men pursue her and compete to get her.
But she refused decisively and stayed by my side wholeheartedly.
When we were in love, she once whispered in my ear that she would only love me and only me in her life.
She said I was her life.
But now everything had changed.
I saw admiration and heartache for another man in her eyes.
Seeing her smile and express her emotions towards him.