Chapter 4

"In Miss Burns' eyes, do I seem like someone who holds grudges?"

I kept my head down and mumbled, "That’s not what I meant."

The next second, a gold-embossed business card was placed in front of me.

"You're still an intern, right? There’s a job opportunity—interested?"

By the time I returned, my head was still spinning.

The moment I stepped inside, Wade grabbed my arm. "You okay, Chloe?"

I pressed a hand against my aching stomach and muttered, "Sorry, Wade. I had surgery on my stomach before, so I can’t really handle alcohol."

He frowned, about to say something, when his gaze dropped to the business card in my hand.

His eyes widened in shock. "Is that Mr. Hughes’ personal card?!"

I nodded.

The scene from earlier flashed through my mind.

It was the kind of card people would go to great lengths to get their hands on—the kind that gave direct access to him.

Something for nothing never sat well with me.

I raised my guard and lowered my voice. "Why would Mr. Hughes offer such a valuable opportunity to an unknown reporter like me?"

He smirked faintly. "Maybe… he just finds you pleasing to the eye."

That did sound like something Liam would say.

Back when I took care of him, we slowly grew familiar with each other.

He had his moments—his sharp tongue, his rebellious streak.

And at times…

I bit my lip, swallowing the quiet sound threatening to escape, and tugged at his hair.

"You can’t see, so stop moving around."

In the dim light, he tilted his head slightly.

The soft strands of his tousled hair brushed over his unfocused eyes.

He licked his lips, fingers pressing lightly against the curve of my neck, his touch firm but careful.

His voice was barely above a whisper.

"The other parts of me are still working fine. So, be louder. Let me hear you."

Snapping back to reality, I hastily made up an excuse to brush Wade off.

The next day at the office, my supervisor called me in.

With an easy smile, he said, "Chloe, there’s a spot open on that popular dating reality show. Get ready—you’ll be joining as a special guest commentator for the next episode."

I didn’t think much of it until I started preparing for the job.

The next episode’s featured guests were Linda and Liam.

After that interview, their engagement had made headlines, dominating the trending topics.

As part of the show’s pre-broadcast promotion, the comment section was already exploding with fan reactions.

"They went through hardships together and now reunite at the top. What a perfect love story."

"I heard the Dawsons’ company was barely staying afloat, but with the Hughes Group’s backing, they’ve made a full comeback."

"Power couple goals! If you don’t support them, you have no soul!"

Skimming through the comments, I quickly closed the page.

The host, Emma Young, skimmed through the script while casually chatting with me.

"If we can dig up details about those two years Liam spent with his fiancée, the show’s ratings would skyrocket."

I tightened my grip on my pen and gave a quiet nod.

No one knew those two years better than I did.

But I couldn’t say a word.

With the backing of the Hughes family, Linda rose to the top, now one of the most sought-after actresses in the industry.

By the time the show started, the live stream was already flooded with millions of viewers.

Under the bright stage lights, I heard Emma’s voice ring out.

"Liam and Linda, since you’re already discussing marriage, could you share the journey that brought you here?"

Linda turned to him, her smile soft and composed.

"I never once believed the awful rumors about him. In my eyes, Liam has always been the one I love most."

She gazed at him with an affection so deep, it practically dripped with warmth.

However, Liam simply lowered his lashes and let out a faint laugh.

"Liar."

"When I first lost my sight, have you already forgotten how much you despised me?"