Cheesy and Daryl once loved each other, but a series of misunderstandings slowly eroded that love into hatred and scars. Amidst all the pain, could there still be a second chance for them to come back, once the truth is finally revealed?
View More"You'll get a big bonus tonight, Cheesy," said the bar manager.
Cheesy bowed politely, "Why should I? I'm a regular waiter. Not a VVIP waiter?"
"Don't protest, Cheesy. There's an important guest. They've even ordered very expensive wine. Even your two-year salary won't buy it. Don't neglect this opportunity, you need a lot of money, sis?"
Cheesy took a deep breath. Then she nodded her head. Maybe this was one of the opportunities for him
Carefully, she carried the expensive bottle of wine on a silver tray. Her heart was beating erratically. For some reason, a sense of unease began to creep in.
The door to the VVIP room opened. The laughter of men in ties filled the room.
"Excuse me, sir." Cheesy stepped inside, then his body instantly froze.
At the end of the room, there was someone sitting casually but looking haughty, the man was looking directly at her. His eyes were so sharp, his lips were smirking. Of course his face was very familiar. He was Daryl Anderson Lux. The man she had been avoiding for the past six years.
Daryl crossed his legs, swirling the glass of wine in his hand. "Incredibly, tonight's waitress turned out to be a former noble princess."
Cheesy swallowed, but she tried to ignore the words of her former lover. "Good evening, sir. Here's your order."
His hands trembled slightly as he brought the wine bottle to the table.
"Pour the drink. You have to serve him, miss," one of Daryl's friends said with a mischievous smile. "After Mr. Daryl, you have to serve us too haha. Don't worry, there will be a bonus for you."
Cheesy firmly grasped the wine bottle and started pouring into the crystal glasses. However, while pouring the last glass-right in front of Daryl-her hand slipped.
The dark red liquid spilled all over Daryl's expensive suit.
The room was instantly silent. Cheesy immediately looked down. "Sorry, sir, I-"
BRAK!
Daryl got up from the sofa and grabbed Cheesy's chin. His cold hands strangled her thin neck. He stared at her with an angry gaze.
"Did you spill this wine on purpose?" she whispered sharply. "You know what, Miss Cheesy? This suit costs more than your salary for a year. So, I don't want to know... you have to compensate."
"Compensate? Mr. Daryl, please. I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it," Cheesy's voice choked up. Her face was pale, her body started trembling.
"I don't need an apology!" Daryl replied coldly. "What I need is for you to compensate."
Daryl's friends fell silent, starting to feel the uncomfortable atmosphere. But no one dared to intervene.
Daryl looked down at Cheesy's neck where he was choking her, then let go. Cheesy fell to the floor, coughing softly while holding her throat. Cheesy was still coughing softly.
Daryl approached, "You have to pay a hundred million, Miss Cheesy."
Cheesy looked up slowly, her eyes glazed over. "What? A hundred million?"
"Yes! That's to compensate you for dirtying my expensive suit," Daryl said without hesitation. "You pay one hundred million right now."
"A hundred million?" Cheesy gasped. "I don't have that kind of money, Mr. Daryl."
Daryl grinned sarcastically. "That's funny. A former noble princess doesn't have a hundred million. How ridiculous! Aren't you working here as more than just a servant? You must have sold your body at some point. Right?!"
Cheesy shook her head softly, holding back the shame that crept from her chest to her face. "Mr. Daryl, I beg you to be lenient. I don't have that much money. Please, forgive me. After all, I am only here as a servant. I have never sold my body."
Daryl came closer, looking at her face from a very close distance. "Cheesy, am I supposed to believe you? CIH! Then, didn't I hear you wrong?! You begged me? You used to be so arrogant."
Fleetingly, memories of six years ago surfaced. Daryl remembered that back then, on the three-year anniversary, Cheesy betrayed him, humiliating him in public. In addition, Daryl remembered when he begged Cheesy not to end the relationship, but Cheesy introduced her to her new lover-a noble man.
Cheesy held her breath as Daryl's hand reached out again, gripping her neck. This time it was stronger.
"Miss Cheesy, six years ago you hurt me just because I was a poor man. Now I'm a wealthy man, even the most powerful man in this city. Do you regret it?!"
Cheesy closed her eyes, trying to hold back the tears that were about to spill out. "I have absolutely no regrets!"
Daryl's eyes were perfectly rounded. Suddenly, Daryl threw his body onto the black leather sofa in the corner of the room. "Take that wine."
With trembling hands, Cheesy picked up the crystal glass that still contained the expensive wine.
"Finish that bottle of wine, quickly!"
Cheesy stared at the contents of the glass. "I... I can't drink alcohol, Mr. Daryl."
Daryl squinted. "Why? Are you afraid of dying?"
"No... but I really can't drink it," Cheesy replied quietly. "Please, don't force me, sir."
Daryl sighed, then approached again.
"Then... I'll make you another offer," he said coldly. "Take off your clothes. Right here. You have to get naked in front of me and my friends right now. I'll pay you one billion. Cash. After your body is naked, you have to kiss my friends!"
Cheesy froze instantly. Both hands gripped the hem of her skirt tightly.
"The choice is easy, isn't it? One billion to strip naked, then kiss. Or pay a hundred million right now."
Cheesy stared at Daryl with wide eyes. The man in front of her was truly cruel. "You've gone too far, Mr. Daryl."
"You deserve to be treated like this," Daryl replied calmly.
Cheesy's tears were held in her throat. But finally, she stood up slowly. Her tiny hands trembled as she started to unbutton the top button of the shabby white shirt she wore.
One...
Two...
All eyes were on her. But no one made a sound, they were so impatient to see Cheesy-the former noble princess naked. When the third button was undone and a bit of her chest was exposed, and...
"ENOUGH!"
**When they arrived at the apartment, Daryl didn’t say a word. He slammed the car door open and grabbed Cheesy by the wrist. His eyes were cold, sharp.Without giving her a chance to speak, Daryl scooped her into his arms.“Daryl, I can walk on my own…” Cheesy whispered softly.“Be quiet,” Daryl replied flatly.Cheesy clung to his shoulders, trying to steady her trembling body. Her chest felt tight. Her breathing shallow. But she said nothing more.Once they reached the bedroom, Daryl kicked the door shut and laid her down on the bed. His eyes lingered on her body, studying her like a predator sizing up its prey.Cheesy lowered her gaze, unable to meet his.Without warning, Daryl leaned down and kissed her neck. The kiss was heated, urgent. His breath was heavy. One of his hands moved around her waist, pulling her closer.Then, suddenly—**“Cough… cough!”**Cheesy broke into a harsh fit of coughing. She covered her mouth with her hand. When she looked down at her palm, her eyes widen
“Cheesy!”The voice rang clearly in the cold night air. Cheesy turned her head slowly. Her eyes widened when she saw the man standing just a few meters away from her.“Maxim…?” she whispered in disbelief.Maxim jogged toward her, his brows furrowed sharply as he took in Cheesy’s striking appearance. The nearly see-through black lingerie made every passerby turn their heads. But that wasn’t what shocked Maxim—it was the look on Cheesy’s face.“What are you doing…? Why are you dressed like this?” Maxim asked quickly, his voice sharp with concern. His eyes scanned Cheesy from head to toe before he immediately took off his coat.Cheesy only shook her head gently. “I’m fine,” she murmured.“No, you’re not. Don’t lie to me, Cheesy,” Maxim said as he draped his coat over her shivering body.From inside the car, Daryl’s sharp eyes locked onto them. His jaw clenched tightly. He recognized that man.Maxim, from Cheesy’s past. The man she once introduced as her “fiancé” back in college. Why was
Cheesy stood frozen in the middle of Daryl’s spacious and cold apartment. She had just finished her shower. Her hair was still slightly damp.Daryl emerged from the bedroom with calm, measured steps. In his hand was a black box. He tossed it toward Cheesy.“Wear this tonight,” he said curtly.Cheesy stared at the box, then slowly opened it. Inside was a sheer black lingerie set—almost see-through.She looked up at Daryl, her brows furrowed. “Are you serious, Mr. Daryl? You really want me to wear this?”“Do I look like I’m joking?” Daryl replied sharply.Cheesy bit her lip. She knew how cruel Daryl could be when he was angry. But tonight, somehow, the shame cut deeper than fear.Without saying a word, she began to unwrap the towel covering her body. Daryl watched without blinking.“Hurry,” he said coldly.Cheesy changed right in front of him. Her hands trembled as she put on the lingerie, but her face remained expressionless. She was doing everything she could to hide the overwhelming
The Next Day"You're in much better condition now, Miss Cheesy," said the young doctor as he reviewed the latest test results. "But you need to start chemotherapy as soon as possible. And we have to begin the search for a bone marrow donor."Cheesy stayed silent. Her gaze was blank, fixed on the hospital window. She clutched a small box containing painkillers tightly."I don't want chemo, Doc," Cheesy murmured softly.The doctor sighed. "But—""Just give me the painkillers. That's all.""...Alright, Miss Cheesy."---It had been three days since Daryl started scouring every corner of the city. He had called over a dozen unfamiliar numbers. He even ignored Clara’s calls.His phone kept buzzing, but Daryl didn’t care. His eyes were locked on the road, scanning every face that passed by."Cheesy... where are you?" he muttered, pounding the steering wheel in frustration.As his car slowed at a small intersection, Daryl’s eyes caught sight of a familiar figure.A woman stood in front of a
Daryl’s apartment was silent now, with only the ticking of the clock filling the room. After throwing his phone against the wall, he slumped onto the floor. His head leaned back against the wall, his breath heavy. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling. His heart felt like it was being torn apart.“Why did you leave me again, Cheesy…” he whispered under his breath.Then Daryl’s thoughts began to drift—back to six years ago. The day his life fell apart. The day everything changed.Six Years AgoThe campus was lively that day. Daryl and Cheesy’s classmates had gathered at the garden behind the faculty building—their usual spot for birthday celebrations or casual hangouts.Daryl clutched a small box containing a simple ring. His palms were slightly sweaty, but his smile was wide. Today marked exactly two years of their relationship. He planned to propose to Cheesy—symbolically—as a sign of his commitment.“Daryl, are you sure you want to propose to Cheesy in front of everyone like this?”
Meanwhile, Daryl sped down the city streets toward the airport, his face dark, his mind in chaos. Every moment with Clara felt emptier than the last.Back in the apartment, Cheesy stood alone, hugging her frail body, trying to suppress the pain that was quietly eating her from the inside. She stared at the gloomy sky outside the window, letting her thoughts drift.Suddenly, a burning sensation crept up her throat."Cough... cough..."What began as a light cough soon turned into an uncontrollable fit. Her chest tightened, her breath caught.Cheesy clutched her chest, trying to stay upright, but her legs wobbled."Cough! Cough!"With each cough, her body shook violently. Then, without warning, blood spilled from the corner of her lips.She stared at the crimson on her palm, gasping for air."Damn it..." she muttered, her body weakening.She had forgotten—her medication had run out. She’d been postponing buying more for three days due to lack of money."Idiot," she whispered, forcing her
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