"You didn't have to bring your husband into this. You're breaking my heart." The man who walked in was wearing the same off-white suit as Caleb. The pair of gold-rimmed glasses that sat on his face gave him the disposition of a refined man."Uncle Dante." Rebecca smiled as she got to her feet to greet the man."Sit. We're all family here." Dante hurriedly gestured for her to sit down before taking his place by Felicia's side. He then handed a vacuum mug he brought with him to the woman sitting next to him."I brought you a little something. You've been busy all evening. You must be tired." As soon as the lid was twisted open, the aroma of chicken noodle soup permeated the air.That prompted Felicia to huff. "Do you have any idea how late it is? Why did you bring this? Can't you see I've been gaining weight? You even used my mug for your soup. Unbelievable!" Despite her disagreeable words, she accepted the offering and took small sips of the broth.Dante grinned in satisfaction and
When the contracts were announced during the show break, those in the VIP lounge witnessed the live reaction through the live stream. And, of course, they didn't miss Daniel leaving midway through the show."Have you already decided not to renew the contract with Winston Group, Becca? Shouldn't you reconsider this?" Dante looked at the situation from a rational standpoint and concluded that she could continue to cooperate with the Winstons. It wasn't as if Daniel knew that Sylvia was the wife he had sent abroad. From a businessman's point of view, there was no harm in continuing to cooperate with Winston Group. He believed that as long as Fuller Studio was willing to renew the contract and the conditions weren't demanding, Daniel would concede.Rebecca firmly shook her head. "I understand what you're trying to say, Uncle Dante. But I must be conscientious with my work. I take care of my own, and that means I'll be ruffling feathers. That's why I don't want to continue working togethe
"Umm …" Daniel was shocked. He, of course, knew what to do. It was he who went out of his way to get her sanitary supplies a few years ago when he first saw how embarrassed she had been. Thinking about the past put him in a trance. It was hard to imagine how they had gotten to this point. But now was clearly not the time to reminisce.Rebecca was flushed with anger as she hastily covered up her predicament with the hem of her dress. She sounded close to tears. "Get out of my way!"Her reddened eyes made him back away. "I'm sorry."But she was not in the mood to accept his apology. She didn't even want to look at him and barreled straight into the restroom while clutching her purse. "Scumbag!" she cursed internally in anger. If it weren't for him losing his mind right outside the women's restroom, she wouldn't have gotten into this situation and ruined her dress. She hadn't even brought her cell phone with her because she thought she'd be able to return to the lounge fairly quickly.
Rebecca played up her misery. "Exactly, Mr. Winston. Have you changed your mind about divorcing me? Don't you want to marry Jessica anymore?"Daniel had finally heard enough. "Stop, Rebecca!" The two women arguing gave him a headache.Rebecca refused to play along and continued to feign frailty. "It seems my identity as an ex-wife-to-be is nothing compared to Ms. Jessica, Mr. Winston. What a cruel lover. How unfortunate that you were going to break my wrist right off, Mr. Winston." She cradled her reddened wrist with a pitiful expression that radiated innocence.That caught him off guard. He hadn't realized how much force he had used. He ignored her the first time she cried out in pain back at the restroom, but she never made a sound since.Rebecca did not miss the way he looked at her and shot him a sardonic smile. "Do you feel bad, Mr. Winston? You didn't show any pity just now.""Are you done, Rebecca?" Jessica had heard enough. She couldn't stand the sight of Daniel getting em
Daniel was leaning against the car door. His dark, neatly groomed hair tousled by the wind added swagger to his noble bearing. He casually straightened up when he noticed Rebecca walking close. His eyes darkened at the sight of the man beside her. The night breeze was far from gentle and carried a chill with it. Rebecca still felt the nipping cold despite Sam's jacket draped over her shoulders. She marched on alongside Caleb without sparing the man in front of her a glance. They passed one another as they had done inside, only Daniel was no longer as impassive as he had been earlier. He sidestepped to get in her way."What are you trying to do, Mr. Winston?" Rebecca had wanted to ignore him and leave, but others were filing out of the venue one after another. The press was also waiting outside. They were not part of the entertainment industry, but if a fight were to break out, it would be inevitable for them to be scrutinized online. How troublesome.Daniel shot her a glance but sa
"Why? Aren't the seats all the same?" Daniel didn't understand. When Rebecca last returned to the Brown residence for Jessica's birthday, she sat in the back and treated him like a driver. And yet, she was actively asking to sit in the front.Rebecca shot him an odd look. "Do you not know, Mr. Winston?"He frowned. "What should I know?" He would understand if all she wanted was for Jessica to leave. What Jessica did to Rebecca back at the Brown residence was over the line. It wasn't odd for her to have not gotten over her anger and demand for Jessica to leave. But he couldn't figure out why she insisted on being in the passenger seat.It was Caleb who explained, "The front passenger seat is the seat reserved for one's girlfriend or wife, Mr. Winston. You're saying Ms. Rebecca is your wife and yet you allow another woman to occupy the seat. It's a little …" he paused and stared at Daniel. "Or perhaps you've sidelined Ms. Rebecca and see Ms. Brown as your girlfriend. If that's the cas
"There's nothing to compare between the two." Daniel frowned."Why not? Because Mr. Crawford Junior is a man and Jessica is a woman? Gender equality is a thing these days, Mr. Winston," Rebecca said upright and fastened her seatbelt. "You were telling Mr. Crawford Junior that not only women can be homewreckers. I'd like to ask you a question. Between Jessica and I, which one of us is the homewrecker?"The air in the car suddenly froze over. Aside from the whirr of the engine, only their shallow breaths could be heard. Rebecca, of course, was not expecting Daniel to answer. She let out a self-deprecating laugh. "There's a saying on the internet that claims the unloved one is the true homewrecker. I know even if you don't say anything. I understand now. You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make it drink …" She paused and inclined her head to look at him with a solemn expression. Her voice took on a serious tone. "I've already let go, Mr. Winston. Can't you leave me be?"He s
Rebecca feigned ignorance. "What do you mean? I don't remember.""You asked me if I would …""So, would you?" she cut Daniel off before he could finish. She stood at the steps of the villa as she turned to look at him, keeping her eye level with him."Of course not." Daniel frowned. He didn't understand why she would ask such a question but offered an answer anyway. "Well, that's that, then. Why are you asking?" Rebecca shrugged and faced away from him to take off her stilettos. When her bare feet hit the floor, exhaustion seemed to overtake her.The exchange had Daniel frowning even more. By the time he regained his wits, she had already changed the subject. He wanted to ask her why she would ask a question like that, but she already sought her own answer. He followed after her. "I just don't understand what you've gone through to ask me a question like that. Life and death aren't trivial matters, Becca. Murder is against the law. I don't have the means to get away with it. And