All Chapters of My Darling Superstar: Chapter 131 - Chapter 135

The morning sunlight spilled through the curtains, warm and golden, but it felt cold against Emily’s skin.She stirred slowly, her body still wrapped in the heat of memory—his arms around her, his lips brushing her forehead, the weight of his breath soft against her hair. But the space beside her was empty. The sheets, once tangled between them, now lay flat. Untouched.He was gone.Emily blinked, disoriented. Her hand instinctively reached out to the cool linen. No warmth. No trace.A hollow ache bloomed in her chest. Sharp. Deep. Immediate.Last night came back to her in waves—his warm hands, his breathless kiss, the way he held her like she was the only thing anchoring him. But he didn’t take her, didn’t cross the final line. He had kissed her, touched her, clung to her like a drowning man—but he’d stopped before either of them fell too far. She saw him gulp hard, forcing himself to stop and roll beside her.He had pulled her close and simply held her.They were hugging to sleep, j

Emily sat beside Justin in the candlelit dining hall, trying to steady the rhythm of her breath beneath the elegant hum of cutlery and soft violin. It was a VIP lounge designed for the most exclusive individuals. No paparazzi, no fans, and noise. Though the decor shimmered and the food was plated like art, a quiet ache had nestled in her chest—and no amount of ambiance could mask it.Justin caught her gaze with a reassuring smile, his elbows resting casually on the table.“My dad made the call this morning,” he said, voice low and deliberate. “Your academic documents were secured. No more stonewalling. You’ll graduate.”Relief spilled into Emily’s features. “Seriously? Justin… I don’t know how to thank you.”“That’s nothing. Having you is already a good thing.”She hesitated, then glanced away. “But why would he help me?”Justin exhaled and reached for his drink. “It’s complicated.”She turned toward him, worried. “What’s the consequence?”He paused, then flashed a crooked grin. “Let’

The next morning…Emily arrived late to the breakfast area, her steps slow, her body heavier than usual—as if the ache from last night had followed her into the daylight. The warm scent of coffee and freshly baked bread did little to settle her nausea. Her eyes were swollen, her face pale, and despite her attempt at a polite smile, the fatigue was carved into her expression like a bruise.Justin was already seated at the long table with a few others. The moment he saw her, he tilted his head with concern.“Whoa, Em…” he said softly, standing as she approached. “You okay? You look like you barely slept.”Emily froze for half a second before forcing a short laugh. “What? No—I’m fine.” She waved a hand, brushing it off too quickly. “Just a headache. Must’ve been the wine.”Justin narrowed his eyes, unconvinced. “You didn’t drink that much.”“I guess it hit me harder than I thought,” she said, slipping into the seat beside him and keeping her gaze fixed on the empty plate in front of her.