LOGINBreakfast time at the hotel restaurant.
"Asher, I want another waffle. Can you go make one for me?" Wendy looked up, her tongue lightly flicking the cake crumbs off her lips before directing the man across from her—who had already finished his meal and was lounging.
"Mmm, extra cream and syrup," she added.
Wendy had been eating breakfast for over half an hour by now. They’d planned to leave at 9:30, but it was already past departure time.
Asher watched her—this slender girl was outlasting him, an American football quarterback, at the table. But really, it was his fault.
He’d eaten too fast, making her pace seem glacial. Yet something about her deliberate motions—breaking off a piece of cake, nibbling it slowly—made his appetite flare.
Was it for the cake or for her? He wanted to devour both.
He loved watching her eat, so he obliged without protest. "Need anything else?"
"Not now. You go ahead
Just as she was about to blurt out, "He doesn't like me," Wendy caught herself. Saying that reason out loud felt like an admission.Wendy said, "We're not suited for each other.""If that's the reason, then let me tell you, you are suited! You're perfect for each other!"After saying this, Zara pulled Wendy to go find Asher. With one hand being held by Zara and the other holding a wine glass, it was hard enough just keeping the wine from spilling, let alone trying to push Zara away. So, she was dragged right in front of Asher."Asher, Wendy is looking for you!"The man lowered his eyes to look at her. "What is it?"Wendy stared at Asher with a panicked expression. That wasn't true!Surrounded by people, Wendy knew she had to say something, no matter what."I... I wanted to ask if... you could..."Give her an autograph? Take a photo with her?Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Asher's car by the entr
"I don't get the feeling that Asher and his sister are very close. Look at how she's acting all spoiled, but Asher doesn't react at all.""Yeah, he's so cool!""Enough, stop being such a fangirl. Asher isn't like other athletes; he hardly has any scandals. I don't think he's coming up here."The conversation between the two girls who walked over to the bar caught Wendy's attention.Indeed, she had been tense for so long, but Asher hadn't come upstairs. With the alarm lifted, Wendy breathed a sigh of relief. But just as she reached Jessica's side, someone came up the stairs.It was the sound of two sets of footsteps with different rhythms.Taking a cue from a bold girl who approached him first, Asher was quickly surrounded by enthusiastic influencers the moment he reached the top of the stairs. He was wearing a white Phoenix Suns practice tank top and blue jeans, his shoulders broad and straight, his muscles strong. Sincere exclamations—"So buf
Wendy's memory was correct. Zara's university was indeed in D state, and she was just staying in New York for a short time during the summer break.Zara's boyfriend, Grant Holland, had transferred to the Suns during this year's trade period. Additionally, July happened to be Asher's birthday month, with his birthday on the 17th, which was next week.On top of that, it was currently the team's training period; the regular season wouldn't start until September. During this time, every move the players made was of great interest to fans and the media. Zara was trying to build her online channel, and Asher and Grant were her best topics and sources of traffic.Zara had countless reasons to be in New York, so she assumed Wendy was the same—work was one part of the reason, and Asher was another.But Zara hadn't expected Wendy to be so heartless.Jessica's pure white villa had a basement, so a high set of steps led up to the front door. Incessant squeals from
"Wendy is truly amazing. She's always punctual with all her work, never procrastinates, and she's managed my Chinese account brilliantly."Jessica lifted her chin, in a blatant show of pride.Zara had heard enough and went to a nearby table to get a drink.Jessica didn't notice—she wasn't close with Zara. Theirs was more a friends-of-friends relationship."She's helped me secure many commercial deals, but most importantly, she's very smart. She vets all my videos. Whenever there's a sensitive social topic, she immediately flags it for me to change. Wendy majored in International Relations at SU for her undergrad. She's really helped me a lot."As soon as Jessica finished, someone nearby asked, "Wendy, do you still have time for a part-time job?""Hey! I won't allow you to poach her!" Jessica shielded Wendy, then noticed the paper bag she was holding."Is this for me?"Wendy handed the gift over. "Yes, for your five-year anniversary. I
On Saturday afternoon, after lunch, Wendy stayed in her apartment translating videos. Not only did she have to translate, but she also had to add subtitles for Jessica, upload them to Chinese video websites, and even help communicate with Chinese clients interested in collaboration for promotions.She was essentially a quadruple threat: translator, post-production editor, business liaison, and assistant all in one.Outside the window, the summer heat was oppressive, while inside, the air conditioning was set very low. Wendy wore a long-sleeved shirt and shorts, her feet resting on a chair cushion, loudly crunching the ice cubes in her coffee.As expected, she had suffered from insomnia the night before. This was already her second cup of coffee. She stared intently at the screen, doing a second check of the translated subtitles.Ok! No problems. While the video was uploading, Wendy sent a message to Jessica, letting her know this week's video was also rea
Duan He was different from what Wendy had imagined: a genuinely sunny, upbeat guy.He was over 185 cm tall, with solid muscles, and quite good-looking. In the car, Duan He jokingly asked Wendy if she was disappointed seeing him in person."No, you're very handsome," Wendy said.It was just that she had thought he would be the gentle type, because that's how he made her feel when they chatted online—respectful of her opinions, considerate towards women, giving an impression of being considerate, polite, and comfortable to be around."I like working out. My college roommate was a substitute on the American football team, and I know quite a few guys who play football, so I got pretty built," Duan He said, glancing at Wendy out of the corner of his eye. "I was afraid you might not like it."Wendy replied, "Fitness is a great hobby."The restaurant Duan He had booked was a trendy spot in New York. The interior decor was quite unique. Although it was st







