"Mr. Jackson, I'll go up with you."

Christopher's eyes softened. He held Sydney's hand in his and kissed the back of it.

Sydney followed Christopher to his house.

He lived alone in a bungalow that wasn't as big or opulent as she thought it was. After leading her to his room, Christopher poured out two glasses of red wine and handed one of them to her.

Sydney took the glass and sipped on the wine as she looked around her. "Is there no one here taking care of things around here?"

"I have help coming in regularly to clean the house and cook, but she doesn't live here. I like a quiet space of my own," Christopher replied.

"I see," Sydney said with a smile before taking another sip of wine.

The room was dim; they gazed at each other as they put their wine glasses down and drew near to each other. Christopher pulled her into his arms and lowered his head in a bid to kiss her.

Just then, Sydney covered his mouth with her hands. "Wait, I want to ask you a question."

is it? Have you changed

to ask if you are genuinely

Christopher chuckled. "Do you think it is mere

question in all seriousness. It didn't look like he said it on

like me?" Sydney

between middle-aged men and women. All those dignified relationships in upper-class circles were merely

Christopher lifted a hand and caressed the corner of her lips. "I hope you'll be happy whenever you're with me. I want to give you what

eyes welled up with

innocent man. A man of his status and influence couldn't possibly

couldn't possibly attain this level of success in his cruel and filthy world of fame and

could he possibly be devoted to

all that, Sydney couldn't help but feel moved. It was rare that a man like Christopher liked her and treated her like this. Most other men would treat women as objects and throw them aside after they were done.

tears welled up in her eyes. Christopher wiped a corner

"What's

upset, you an tell me about it." He

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