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.

good publicity for my comic, which means I’m the one leeching

ordered a few dishes for us. Just as the waiter left, he leaned in closer. I flinched slightly as his

head? Sometimes I really wonder whether you’re a

holding my breath. Turns out he’s just

not one to care about my appearance. Nevertheless, I knew it was basic respect to look

smiled awkwardly in my seat. “It must’ve gotten into my hair while we

that I realized Nicholas was already being kind. Not only was my hair a

on the tap and started rinsing my face and hair. As I was drying myself, I

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

It’s been five years since we last saw each other! How are you doing now? Are you still drawing? By

questions came non-stop as though we were close

paid no heed to 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 else could she expect me to treat my ex-best friend who had stolen my

of hands grab onto my arm. “Liliana, do you not recognize me? I’m Camille

her to 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, and