Chapter 5

That night, I had insomnia again.

By the time I got to the company, the manager was pacing anxiously by my seat, muttering:

"Why are you only coming now? I've been calling you but you didn't answer, it's really nerve-wracking!"

I casually replied: "Sorry, my phone was on silent, I didn't hear it."

The manager quickly pushed me towards the meeting room, not forgetting to remind me:

"Young Mr. Lucas and Miss Olivia are both waiting inside, mind your attitude!"

As soon as I entered, Olivia said in a coquettish voice:

"Emmy, I thought you didn't want to see me and deliberately didn't come."

As she spoke, she leaned on Lucas's shoulder, looking very intimate.

I didn't respond to her words, and asked directly: "Miss Olivia, Mr. Lucas, do you have any specific requirements for the wedding?"

Olivia smiled and said:

"I don't have any requirements, I like whatever Lucas likes. You were together for so long, you must know his preferences better than anyone."

I closed my notebook, put down my pen, and nodded:

"Indeed. Then for future details, I'll communicate directly with Mr. Lucas, no need to trouble Miss Olivia to come again."

Olivia was stunned.

Lucas frowned, speaking up for Olivia: "Emma, can't you speak properly?"

I replied indifferently: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lucas, this is how I usually speak. If you're not satisfied, you can request a change of person."

Before Lucas could respond, several reporters suddenly rushed in from outside, holding microphones and cameras, asking a flurry of questions:

"Is the news of your marriage true?"

"Miss Olivia, didn't you publicly deny your relationship with Mr. Lucas before? Saying you were just good friends."

"Miss Olivia, what made you decide to marry Mr. Lucas?"

"There are rumors online that the child belongs to movie star Jack, is that true?"

The reporters crowded together, surging towards Olivia and Lucas.

One is pregnant, one is the man I love.

I didn't want anything to happen to them, so I had to stand in front of them, trying to block the reporters.

Suddenly, a reporter rushed towards Olivia with a microphone, and Lucas immediately pulled her behind me.

I was knocked off balance by the reporter, my waist hitting the corner of the table hard, the pain making me unable to straighten up.

In that instant, my heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly, the pain almost making it hard to breathe.

Lucas's first reaction was to protect Olivia, while I became the shield he casually pushed away.

It turns out, in his heart, I was no longer the one who needed protection.

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I bit my lip hard, not letting them fall.

Fortunately, security quickly arrived and chased all the reporters out.

Olivia wiped her tears, saying softly to me: "Thank you, Emmy."

No wonder she's a top actress, just one sentence sounded so pitiful and touching.

I forced a smile through the pain in my waist: "You are our VIP clients, this is what I should do."

The bodyguards escorted Olivia out.

"Come back to me, I can give you everything except status." Lucas said before leaving.

But that push earlier had already broken my heart.

I looked down at my slightly trembling hands, feeling a chill in my heart.

So loving someone can be so humbling, yet so clear-headed.

His gentleness, his promises, no longer belonged to me.

I took a deep breath, silently telling myself: Enough, it's really enough.

I don't want him anymore, nor do I want this feeling that only brings me pain.

Working overtime until midnight, just as I left the company, a heavy rain poured down, drenching me instantly.

I didn't bother to take shelter anymore, letting the rain wash over me.

As I walked, my steps gradually became heavy. I crouched down, hugging myself tightly.

Amidst the sound of rain, I cried silently, my tears mixing with the raindrops.

I don't know how long it had been, but suddenly the rain above my head stopped.

I looked up in confusion to see Ethan standing quietly beside me, holding a black umbrella.

"Mr. Lu?" I was a bit surprised.

He bent down slightly, his long fingers grasping my arm, gently pulling me up.

My thin dress clung to my body, wet and disheveled, outlining a sorry figure.

His gaze fell on me without avoiding it.

Our eyes met.

"Ethan, want to come to my place tonight?"

The implications between adults were already very clear.

I suddenly remembered the rumors I had heard, saying that Ethan was famously uninterested in women. I was about to explain that I was just joking: "Don't take it seriously."

Unexpectedly, he agreed.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, Ethan pulled me into his arms and kissed me fiercely.

His kiss was urgent and fierce, leaving me breathless and dizzy.

"There... there are cameras..." I reminded him softly, my face red.

He looked up at the security camera, without a word, simply turned me around to face away from the camera, and kissed me again.

When we reached the door of my apartment, he swiped the door open, then suddenly stopped his actions and looked down at me: "Emma, it's not too late to regret now."

"Regret what?"

I looked up at him, my fingers hooking his tie, pulling him closer, "Or is it you who regrets?"

Ethan smiled, his arm wrapping around my waist, pulling me towards him: "Yes, I regret not making a move earlier."

Our first time, Ethan didn't even make it to the bedroom.

My back was against the wall, rubbed a bit painfully, and I couldn't help but bite his shoulder: "Ethan, be gentler..."

His hand gently stroked my back, his voice hoarse: "Emmy, I can't hold back anymore..."