Chapter 5
The RV was intercepted by Damian halfway.
He quickly boarded, holding me and softly explaining, “Violet, don’t misunderstand. She’s just your stand–in. I was worried about you filming in such thin clothes on a cold day. Don’t overthink it…”
Hearing his clumsy lie, I couldn’t help but sneer inwardly.
I fought the urge to push him away and calmly responded, “So you’re just standing up for me, I see now. My misunderstanding.”
Damian let out a sigh of relief, closed the car door, and leaned down to give me a gentle kiss.
At that moment, his assistant called.
“Mr. Howard, there’s the Pearl Film President’s birthday party tomorrow night. Will you be attending?”
“Yes. Prepare a men’s tuxedo and two women’s dresses.”
“Oh, and bring the Chanel haute couture evening dress I specifically picked out for Violet.”
“Two sets?”
The assistant couldn’t help but ask.
“What’s the point of asking? Just go get it done.”
Seeing the calmness in my eyes, Damian explained, “The assistant director was picking on her because she’s just a small–time
exposure. After this, no one ctress. I want to take her to the birthday party to help her get some
exposure. After this, no one will dare bully her again.”
The concern he couldn’t hide, the fake lies, the poor acting–it all made it clear to me: He really cared about Nora. A lot.
The assistant soon brought the dress, and along with it, came Nora.
As she entered, she sweetly smiled at me, “Violet.”
Her movements were so familiar, it seemed like this wasn’t the first time she had been here.
When trying on the dress, it was clear that Nora really liked the haute couture dress Damian had prepared for me.
“Violet, this dress is so beautiful. I wonder how I’d look in it.”
Damian, understanding, spoke up:
“Violet, just let Nora wear this one. After all, your figure is better; everything looks good on you.”
I didn’t argue and nodded.
I had already decided I didn’t want him, so why bother fighting over a dress?
When Nora walked into the living room wearing the dress, Damian’s eyes lit up.
“It really looks good on you,” he said in a slightly hoarse voice.
Nora, with her hair lightly tousled and a hint of challenge in her smile, asked, “So, how do I compare to Violet?”
At her words, Damian shot her a sharp look.
He then took my hand, his tone soft, “Of course, Violet is the most beautiful.”
Seemingly unsatisfied with his compliment, Nora stomped her foot and turned away, huffing at him.
Throughout the entire party, Nora sulked because of Damian calling me beautiful.
Damian didn’t indulge her, though, and spent the night socializing.
It wasn’t until she was approached by someone that things changed.
Nora purposely drank with Mr. Reed, a man with a large belly, one glass after another.
Out of the corner of his eye, Damian, who was talking to someone, instantly darkened at the sight.
His tall figure blocked Nora, and his voice was icy.
“This is my guest. What does Mr. Reed think he’s doing?”
Seeing that it was Damian, Mr. Reed quickly sobered up, apologized, and left.
Damian frowned, about to scold Nora, but she ran off in tears before he could speak.
Ignoring me, who was standing aside, Damian rushed after her.
The garden was quiet, so quiet I could hear Nora’s sobs.
“Why did you follow me? You love Violet more anyway. You wouldn’t care if I was drinking with
another man!”
Damian’s teeth clenched as he looked at the woman still throwing a tantrum.
“You’re my woman. Who gave you the right to drink with another man?”
Hearing that, I could only laugh bitterly, though my hands trembled uncontrollably.
want you to be only mine! Tomorrow, break up with Violet and marry me!” Nora pouted.
Damian’s voice turned cold.
“Stop being ridiculous! I told you, I can’t break up with Violet.”
At his words, Nora pushed him away with force.
But Damian grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss…
I watched this scene, tears streaming down my face.
I thought I had already accepted it.
Why, when I had already decided to give up,
did it still hurt so much when I saw it happen with my own eyes?
