Julissa smiled and nodded at him. "Mr. Nichols, you're leaving too?"As superiors and subordinates, the dynamic was still a bit awkward, but Julissa was trying hard to adjust.Scott gave her a nod in return, carrying himself like a true leader. "How are you getting home?""I’ll take a taxi," Julissa smiled and replied.Scott glanced at her, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes."I’m heading in the same direction. Let me give you a ride.""Ah? No, no, it's really fine. A taxi is very convenient for me."As she spoke, her eyes were fixed on the elevator display, watching the numbers descend. She really didn’t want the big CEO to take her home.Besides, there was something about his presence in the confined space of the elevator that made her feel a strange, suffocating tension.She couldn't help but take a deep breath, and suddenly, she caught the faint scent of aftershave from Mr. Nichols.It smelled so nice... so familiar...Where had she smelled it before?Wasn’t it that time i
Inside her handbag were items like lip balm, tissues, and a small mirror—things tossed in without much thought. Looking at the disorganized contents, Scott couldn’t help but sigh. Was she really up for this assistant job?The job required order, attention to detail, and precision, yet she seemed to be the opposite—carefree, messy, and not concerned with the little things. He felt a twinge of concern about the challenges he might face while working with her in the future.But then again, it might be okay. She seemed so eager for money—maybe using salary deductions as a threat could correct many of her small habits.I wonder what her family situation is like?The thought darkened Scott’s expression.She’d only just met that doctor, and now she was already inviting him home? Would they be eating and drinking together—what if they got drunk and ended up... with that man?He glanced again at her handbag, which contained a small notepad and a pen clipped to the cover.Without a change in hi
Soon after Julissa arrived home, Zane showed up.She opened the door for him, handing him a pair of men's slippers to change into.Zane entered the living room and looked around at her somewhat messy little place. He smiled and said, "You don't seem to be someone who enjoys doing housework, do you?"Julissa scratched her head awkwardly. "My study is very tidy!""Oh? Can I take a look?" Zane teased.Julissa quickly stopped him. "Uh... can you help me out here? I need to wash a lot of vegetables."There weren't actually that many vegetables to wash, but her study was definitely not suitable for showing off. It contained not only legitimate books but also some less-than-legitimate ones. If he saw her collection of adult novels and comics, it would be too embarrassing.Zane bit his lip and gave up on the idea of exploring her study, following her into the kitchen instead.He had always been a firm believer in not getting married and had never been in a serious relationship. When his boss
Julissa hummed in surprise. "It might be the landlord; they said they'd bring me a potted plant a few days ago. Can you take the wine off the stove? It should be warm by now.""Sure." Zane swallowed the rest of his words and headed to the kitchen, deciding to speak later.Julissa went to open the door.When she opened it, she was surprised to see Scott standing there. He was dressed in a black wool coat, standing tall in front of her, his gaze heavy and intent.Although he hadn’t said a word yet, Julissa could already feel her heart racing. She pressed her hand against her chest, silently reminding herself that although it felt like a god had suddenly descended on her humble abode, she shouldn’t let her inner fan girl take over!"Mr. Nichols, is there something you need?" she asked.Scott pulled a pen from his coat pocket. "Your pen was left in my car."Julissa looked at the pen, tilted her head, and reached out to take it. Could it have fallen out when she got out of the car earlier?
Julissa’s apartment, a small two-bedroom, one-living-room layout, was decorated... probably intended to be cozy, but in reality, it was messy and disorganized. Scott felt like he had never entered such a chaotic home.Julissa glanced at him. His discerning eyes and furrowed brows made him look just like the dormitory manager checking for cleanliness when she was in school.She felt nervous, and now, looking at her own little space, she could see everything that was wrong with it.There were delivery boxes piled at the door, still unopened, and clothes that needed washing were scattered on the couch.Oh no, there’s even a piece of underwear!Quickly, she hurried over to pick it up and quietly put it in the laundry basket on the balcony.If she hadn’t tidied up, Scott wouldn’t have noticed. But now that she had, he certainly saw it.It seemed like he really liked black lingerie. She had worn a black one the other night, but it didn’t look like the same one.After taking off his coat and
"Zane, aren't you eating?""I just got a call from the hospital. One of my patients is in trouble, and their wound has reopened. I have to go right away."He was already at the door, and from his anxious expression, it seemed like it was serious."Be careful on the road.""Yeah, you go ahead and continue eating. I really wanted to spend more time with you tonight."Julissa quickly reassured him, saying it was fine, and they could eat together next time.Scott walked them to the door and said to Zane, "Take care, Doctor Carter."Julissa furrowed her brows and looked at the person beside her. Why did it feel like he was the one in charge of the house?And leaving her alone with Scott, what was that about? Didn’t Zane have any suspicions?Lost in thought, Zane turned to Julissa and said, "Julissa, can you help me swipe the elevator card?""Oh, sure."Julissa took the card and stepped outside.When the elevator arrived, she swiped the card for Zane, but he pressed the button to hold the d
Julissa added the Nicholsn Ramyeon to the pot, thinking to herself, *The CEO comes to someone's home as a guest, and he's being so domineering?*As the noodles were nearly cooked, she placed the cheese on the noodles. Once the cheese hit the heat, it softened and enveloped the noodles with a rich, creamy texture. Julissa’s eyes lit up. She took a bite eagerly, and just as she was about to dive in, Scott handed her his bowl."Can you serve me?""??"Looks like the CEO is really good at delegating.Fine, I’ll serve it! Here you go, just eat quickly and leave, my dear CEO.Julissa was furious in her mind but dared not show it. All she did was mutter quietly inside, handing the bowl over to Scott while trying to smile obsequiously, "Take your time eating, it's still hot."This was the power of a 100,000 monthly salary.Scott glanced at her, raised the corner of his mouth, and picked up the noodles to try. He raised an eyebrow, surprised. He hadn’t expected something as ordinary as instant
She glanced at the person in the living room. The CEO was holding a teacup, sipping gracefully, and observing her living room. He frowned at times, twitched the corners of his mouth at other times, and then showed a rather amused expression.Was he making fun of her home being like a pigsty, or was he making fun of her home being like a pigsty?Julissa had seen all these expressions on her mother's face before.Every time her mother came to her place, she would help clean the house while wearing that speechless expression.After washing the dishes and drying her hands, Julissa walked out of the kitchen. Looking at the clock on the wall, she said to the person in the living room, "Mr. Nichols, it's getting late, isn't it?"Scott also looked at his watch. "Well, it's already so late.""Yeah!" So, aren't you leaving yet?Scott looked at Julissa. "By the way, Assistant Hickman, I have something I'd like to ask you for help with."The address of "Assistant Hickman" made Julissa stand up st
“Stop it, don’t say that!” Annabelle quickly interrupted him.Kendrick chuckled, “Well, you scared me first.”She had no choice but to comfort him instead. “Maybe I’ve just been too anxious lately and overthinking. Don’t be afraid.”Kendrick sighed and gently rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon.”Annabelle nodded. She felt the atmosphere was getting a little heavy. Since they couldn’t change the fact that they had to part, they might as well talk about something lighter.“When you come back, can you buy me two boxes of red bean cakes? From that pastry shop in Bellingham `Alley. One for me and one for Julissa, she loves red bean filling too.”Kendrick smiled and agreed, “Anything else?”Annabelle said, “There’s also a clay figurine shop on Lawrence Street. They make really cute little clay dolls. Can you bring me a pair? I want to put them on the bookshelf.”“Sure. What else?”Annabelle tried to think hard. She had only been to North City once, b
In truth, Kendrick had overestimated her.Five minutes later, Annabelle was completely defeated. She pushed Kendrick away and glared at him, her face red.Kendrick chuckled. “Still mad? Then how about…”“I’m not mad anymore!” Annabelle quickly interrupted.Smiling, Kendrick helped her get dressed, while he himself hadn’t even undone a single button the whole time.Annabelle sighed once more—she really was no match for the sly old fox. The moment she so much as wagged her tail at him, he had her thoroughly handled.She felt exhausted now and truly just wanted to lie down and rest.Kendrick glanced at the time and said there was still an hour before he had to leave. He told Anna to rest here for a bit—he would stay with her.So Annabelle lay on Kendrick’s lap and drifted off to sleep.Who knows how long had passed when she drowsily felt Kendrick pinch her earlobe. “Anna, I have to go. I’ll have Jax take you home to sleep.”Annabelle’s eyes flew open. “No, I want to see you off.”Kendric
Annabelle followed Kendrick back to the sofa and nestled into his arms.“Anna, I need to confirm something with you.”“Mm, go ahead.”Annabelle was tired and slowly lay down, resting her head on his thigh.“When you suddenly took off your shoes on stage earlier, was that improvised or did something happen?”Annabelle looked at him and replied that it definitely wasn’t an improvised move. It was her first time on the runway—she wouldn’t dare be reckless. The heels had a problem, so she had no choice but to take them off.Kendrick nodded. “I see. That explains it.”“Explains what?”Seeing how serious he looked, Annabelle grew a bit uneasy—this didn’t seem simple.Kendrick hesitated for two seconds, then showed her the video Jax had given him.It was footage taken backstage while the models were getting ready before going on stage. The cameraman had been arranged by Gauge to capture some behind-the-scenes content for the post-event promo video. Annabelle remembered this and had even gree
After Julissa left, Annabelle originally wanted to return to the dressing room to remove her makeup. But the room was packed—during the short time she was gone, her previous seat had been taken by another model.They were all touching up their makeup, preparing to showcase jewelry on stage later.Since Annabelle’s part was already done, it wouldn’t be right to fight for space, so she decided to head to the lounge and change her clothes instead. As for her makeup, she could just take it off at home.With that in mind, Annabelle headed into her private lounge.As she opened the door and stepped in, the lights were off. Just as she reached out to turn them on, her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and she fell into a strong, warm man’s embrace. The man quickly shut and locked the door behind them.She let out a startled cry, but the man silenced her with a kiss, swallowing her panicked gasp.He kissed her deeply. At first, Annabelle resisted, but soon she stopped struggling.Because the scent
Annabelle said somewhat regretfully, “My husband is on a business trip. I’ll probably just go home and sleep after this…”Truth be told, she did long for Kendrick’s praise and appreciation. Even if he only took her to grab some street food or shared a simple bowl of noodles at home to celebrate, she’d still feel completely content.But Kendrick was out of town, too busy to even attend the event, let alone celebrate.The interview wrapped up—everything that needed to be asked was asked, and things that shouldn’t be asked, Linda chose not to bring up. She ended it at the right moment.As she was about to leave, a flicker of emotion flashed through Linda’s eyes. She looked at Annabelle and said, “It’s been years since anyone cared whether I lived or died. Thank you, Ms. Sanchez.”Annabelle shook her head and looked into her eyes seriously. “I’ll be waiting for you to come find me.”Linda gave a slight nod.They parted ways—Annabelle headed toward the dressing room, while Linda told the c
At the check-in area of the press conference, Annabelle was being interviewed.Only one reporter was present today, but microphones and recording devices from multiple media outlets had already been set up on a small podium in advance.Annabelle stood on one side of the podium to make it easier for the microphones to pick up her voice.Before this, Gauge had asked her if she wanted to be interviewed. If she didn’t, he wouldn’t arrange it.Annabelle was a little resistant, but she agreed in the end.First, she was the brand ambassador, and it was her duty to cooperate with the promotion.Second, she had been avoiding the media for a long time, which only made the paparazzi even more eager to get her story. They had been chasing her down and trying everything to interview her.Even more frustrating, when they couldn’t get a real interview, they just made things up.Since that was the case, she figured she might as well accept the interview openly.Gauge understood her personality. To pr
The stylist handed the shoes to the girl, who quickly walked over to Annabelle.“Thank you,” Annabelle said as she took the shoes.“No worries!” the girl replied before hurrying off—she was about to go on stage.Annabelle bent down to change her shoes.The girl looked back at her, the corners of her mouth lifting in a slight smile, then stepped onto the runway.After putting on the heels, Annabelle stood up and took a few steps to get used to them. The heels were high, but she had worn taller ones before—she wasn't worried about twisting an ankle.Time ticked by. The runway show was nearing its end.Finally, it was her turn.Taking a deep breath, Annabelle stepped onto the runway, wearing designer Malina’s signature piece for the season.Applause filled the venue as she made her entrance.It was her first runway walk. Even though she had rehearsed countless times in her mind—and practiced on-site—it still felt entirely different in the moment.So many eyes were on her. To say she wasn
Kendrick paused for a couple of seconds—was Briley on the phone with Anna?After all, among the people going on stage today, the only one she could speak to in such an overbearing tone was likely Anna.Briley ended the call, though it sounded more like the other person had hung up on her. She came out of the stairwell with a dark expression.A male staff member happened to walk by, and she grabbed him to ask, "Hey, where's the models' makeup room?"The staff member pointed toward Kendrick and said, "Ma'am, head forward, turn right, go down to the first floor. The first room on your right is the one."Briley followed his gesture and, of course, saw Kendrick standing there.Kendrick gave her a faint nod. It was obvious from her stiff expression that she hadn’t expected to run into him.But she quickly forced a smile and walked over.They weren’t far apart, so she reached him in just a few steps."What a coincidence, Kendrick. Fancy running into you here. Have you been busy lately? How’s
Dale said that six months ago, she suddenly received an email from a stranger.The email contained dirt on her—scandals from before and shortly after she entered the entertainment industry. That person used it to threaten her into doing their bidding.Almost every piece of negative news about Annabelle on the internet in the past six months had been spread by Dale.But she had only ever communicated with the person via phone calls—never met them in person. What’s more, it was a one-way communication: the person always called her, using a hidden number and a voice changer. Dale didn’t even know if the person was male or female.What she could confirm, however, was that the person knew everything about Annabelle’s life—including her past—and had even provided a large number of photos, both recent and from her childhood, for Dale to use in edited images.Dale hadn’t kept doing it just because the person held something over her. That person had also painted her a beautiful lie—saying that