Love the Second Time Around

Chapter 85 Actor

This scene was a repeat from five years ago. While I thought I was already numbed by it, I could feel jealousy creeping its way into me. Out of anger, I raised my voice. “Save your concern. Someone’s treating me to dinner.”

“Who?” His voice was curt.

“None of your business!” I hung up the phone and entered the room. Once seated, Nicholas handed me the menu. “Don’t hold back. My treat!” While saying this, he smiled deviously at me.

If not for what I saw earlier, I would have savored his attractive smile. The call just now made me lose my appetite.

I handed the menu back to him while smiling. “It’s all right! I wouldn’t want to get hammered by your fans. You decide; I’m not a picky eater.”

Instead of receiving the menu, his deep-set eyes continued to stare intently at me. “What’s wrong? Don’t worry about the photos. I said I’ll protect you. I’ll call the company tomorrow and they’ll handle this.”

It seemed like my attempt to put up a normal front was a flop. Even so, there was no way I could let Nicholas know all of my messy issues.

about that. In fact, this might be good publicity for my comic, which means I’m the one leeching off

waiter left, he leaned in closer. I flinched slightly as his hands approached my cheeks. Then he stopped midway and patted my head instead. A few

What’s with this mess on your head? Sometimes I really wonder whether you’re a woman. I’ve never seen anyone of the female race who cares so little

this while, I was holding my breath. Turns out he’s just getting the

his words hit the spot. I really was not one to care about my appearance. Nevertheless, I knew it was basic respect to look decent while hanging

while we were rushing just now. Excuse me while I head

myself in the mirror that I realized Nicholas was already being kind. Not only was my hair a complete mess, but my face was

and started rinsing my face and hair. As I was drying myself, I saw an uninvited face reflecting in the

makeup. While walking to her station, our eyes met. She paused for a

we last saw each other! How are you doing now? Are you still drawing? By the way, who are you

as though we were

her questions. I threw my tissue into the bin and sauntered my way to the exit. I was not acting rude without a reason. How

onto my arm. “Liliana, do

the core. Who is she acting innocent for? Only she and I were here. I shrugged her hands off, examined her from top to bottom,