Filed to story: Loving You In My Final Days
She wanted nothing more than to slip away before things got even more awkward. Unfortunately, she was trapped. If she moved now, the slightest sound might expose her presence.
With no other choice, she remained hidden and continued listening.
“Miss Song, this is one of the two special conditions in the contract you signed.”
A second man’s voice rang out. He sounded considerably calmer and more professional than Mr. Qin.
“The contracted girlfriend is entitled to make any request she wishes, with one exception: she cannot demand love or affection from the other party. The moment the contracted girlfriend requests to be loved in return, the contract will automatically become null and void.”
Abigail’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
She couldn’t take it anymore.
Slowly, she leaned around the corner and stole a glance at the people standing in the garage.
She had to see them with her own eyes.
A contracted girlfriend? A relationship with an expiration date? And a clause that automatically terminated the agreement if the woman asked to be loved?
What kind of ridiculous arrangement was this?
Abigail stared at the scene in disbelief.
She had read plenty of romance novels and watched more than her fair share of dramatic love stories, but nothing could have prepared her for this.
Apparently, real life could be even crazier than fiction.
When she saw the girl, her hands flew to her own mouth. ‘Isn’t that Ina Song? The famous actress?!’
She couldn’t believe her eyes. Why would a beautiful woman like her beg for a man’s love? More importantly, their relationship was contractual?! This beautiful diva, Ina Song, was some ruthless man’s contracted girlfriend?!! The entertainment world would be shaken if they found out about this!!!
Abigail’s widened eyes then shifted to the man but she couldn’t see his face because he had his back to her.
“I warned you long ago. I don’t do love and never will. And you of all people should already be well aware of how I deal with anyone who breaks any conditions in the contract.” The man said and Abigail shivered as she watched Ina Song fall to her knees. The almighty goddess that every male creature out there praised now looked like all her blood was being drained all at once as she heard him. Then just like that, she was dragged away by a bulky man in black towards another car. When the car where Ina Song boarded was gone, Abigail finally came back to her senses and quickly hid herself again.
However…
“Come out. I know you’re there. NOW!” The man ordered and she was so shocked that she just froze for a long while. She knew he was talking to her and she knew that he was a man who didn’t want to repeat himself so holding her breath, she finally stepped out.
“Come over,” the man commanded and Abigail slowly lifted her face. She was incredibly nervous. She couldn’t remember if anyone ever made her feel this scared and nervous before in her entire life.
As soon as their eyes met, Abigail almost gaped. The man before her was just so damn good looking – no, good looking was actually a huge understatement. She was sure that he was a hundred times more handsome than any celebrity she had ever seen in her life. He was tall. His inky dark hair looked like it was combed by his fingers and swept back away from his face. He had a strong, defined and masculine jawline – it was perfection in her eyes. He just looked too good to be true. She was utterly impressed, and she had never been impressed by a man’s beauty like this before. How could a mortal man look this stunning? No wonder such a beautiful woman like Ina Song begged for his love!
But this stunning creature, was glaring down at her. His eyes were hostile, making her want to shrink to the floor and disappear. The way he looked at her was definitely the definition of the phrase, if looks could kill.
“Who are you? A paparazzi?” Abigail flinched back from the resentment in his voice. His ice cold eyes glimmered with a dangerous light and it chilled her more than the freezing temperature. She couldn’t help but think that this man was definitely the perfect example of the inhumanly beautiful demon king she often times read in fictional books.
After swallowing her own saliva, Abigail forced herself to respond to him.
“No, I’m not.” She shook her head but the man’s eyes narrowed and then, he moved his feet, walking closer to her.
Every step he took felt like a ticking time bomb to her but surprisingly, she was able to hold her ground despite her knees shaking a little. She was surprised.
When the man stopped just less than a meter before her, she couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip. The man was scrutinizing her, looking at her like she was some prey. She knew with one look into those eyes that ‘dangerous’ was an understatement to describe him.
“Little lamb… did u hear everything?” he asked, his gaze seemed deadlier than the sharpest dagger. He was definitely glaring at her like he wanted to kill her. She had never seen eyes as beautiful as his but also as deadly cold as his. He had such killer eyes that could pierce through anyone’s soul.
“I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean to -” Abigail managed to answer when the man suddenly raised his hand towards her neck. She flinched in fear as she shut her eyes, thinking that the man was going to strangle her.
But that didn’t happen. Slowly, Abigail opened her eyes.
He did not say a word. He was solely focused on her bright yellow knitted scarf. For some reason, the daggers and the ancient glaciers in his eyes seemed to have been washed away and was suddenly replaced with an odd, calm blankness.
She looked down and when she saw his fingers fiddling with the edge of her knitted scarf, Abigail simply froze again, her heartbeat beating so erratically as if a hammer was inside her chest.
“Yellow…” he murmured to himself as he dropped his hand and then the look in his eyes changed again. He didn’t look harsh and cold anymore as he did moments ago. “Go home,” he said and just like that, he turned to leave.
Abigail exhaled as she watched him moving away from her. She should’ve been running away now that the demon finally let her go unscathed but she just stood there, unmoving, her gaze watching his retreating perfect and graceful figure.
Closing her fists tightly that her knuckles turned white, she suddenly called out.
“Wait, mister, please wait!”
