Ever since the video went viral of Sheldon coldly ignoring others on set, scooping up Lindsay and walking away, everyone knew this lady had the Screen Legend's protection - no one dared look down on her.

I don't know when it started, but now he spent more time with her than with me.

We had an argument about it.

But he claimed he just felt Lindsay was too pitiful, like me, so he couldn't help but take better care of her - that's all.

Thinking about it now, I can't help but laugh at my naivety.

Look, I'm not even dead yet, and he's already started looking for a replacement.

I said sarcastically, "Since he cares about you so much, you two might as well be handcuffed together. But now, please get out of my house."

Sheldon's voice tinged with anger, "Cynthia! How many times must I say it? Nothing happened between Lindsay and me!"

"This is clearly just something I have to go through for work! You're being so narrow-minded!"

"If you continue like this, I think it's necessary to fire you."

When he mentioned "fire", his tone unconsciously became heavier.

I said coldly, "Sheldon, you don't need to mention it, I've already resigned."

"Also, if you don't get out of here, I'm calling the police."

Sheldon's face was gloomy, but he said nothing more.

After a long while, he rubbed his brows, obviously a little tired, "Cynthia, is it necessary for us to quarrel like this?"

I picked up a bucket of water and poured it at him.

"What do you think? Sheldon, you probably can't imagine how sad I was when you used work as an excuse to date other women."

"You never consider my feelings. You just treat me as a plaything. You coax me when you're happy and throw me aside when you're unhappy."

"From the moment you brought Lindsay in and said you wanted to give the house to her, I wanted to pour water on you."

"You are so shameless."

The water splashed all over him. He wiped his face and said angrily, "Cynthia! If you want to lose your temper, you should consider the occasion. Am I spoiling you too much?"

Lindsay's eyes flashed with schadenfreude, but she smiled bitterly and said, "Sheldon, I'm really sorry for the situation between you and Cynthia now. But, Cynthia, don't worry, this is the last time I'll work with Sheldon. After this is over, I'll announce my retirement and won't bother you anymore."

Sheldon looked at her fiercely, his eyes full of anger and heartache, "Why are you apologizing to her? You have a seriously ill mother at home. What will you do to earn money to treat your mother's illness if you quit the entertainment industry?"

He looked at me again with an icy glare, "Cynthia, apologize to Lindsay!"

I chuckled, "Sheldon, I haven't done anything yet. You want me to apologize for no reason? Fine, kneel down and beg me."

Lindsay's eyes suddenly turned red. "Cynthia, I've already apologized to you, why are you still being so aggressive?"

Sheldon's voice filled with anger, "Cynthia, don't force me to break up with you!"

I took a step forward.

"Go ahead, haven't we already broken up?"

Sheldon immediately shielded Lindsay behind him, as if I were some vicious beast, and said vigilantly, "Cynthia, I warn you, if you dare do anything to Lindsay, I will never..."

I interrupted him sarcastically, "You think too much. She has you, the Screen Legend, as her protector. What can I do to her? I just want to grab the broom beside her."

Sheldon was very unhappy with my sarcasm, but also relieved. "Okay, Cynthia, don't be jealous. I'll make it up to you later, but now, we..."

He does this every damn time.

He knew very well that whenever he was around Lindsay, I would be distraught for a long time.

But he never changes.

It will just be like now - a bunch of explanations avoiding the important points.

He knows I have a good temper and am easily coaxed.

Worst case, he just gives me the cold shoulder.

Anyway, I won't be able to bear it and will approach him in end.

That's right.

Back then, I was afraid that if I threw tantrums or threatened self-harm to get my way, I would lose him.

He knew that if I took the initiative to approach him, it would mean I was just sweeping their situation under the rug.

What Sheldon doesn't know is that right now, watching his mouth open and close, I just feel irritated.

I looked at him in annoyance, "Shut up!"

"It's fine for you to kiss Lindsay and sleep with her. It has nothing to do with me anymore."

"Take your woman and get out of here!"

Sheldon probably saw the disgust in my eyes and was stunned.

He probably never thought I could have such a bad temper sometimes.

Not knowing what he was thinking, he suddenly lowered his posture and asked, "Cynthia, how is your grandma?"

I nodded. "It's fine."

She had already gone ahead to the underworld to await me.

My attitude made his brows relax slightly. "Well, I said she is blessed with a long life and will definitely survive. Let her hold on for a few more days, and then I will take you to pick her up in a private plane."

"Now, stop making trouble."

Blessed with a long life? What sarcasm!

He saw that I didn't respond, he said, "Huh?"

I said calmly, "Can you take your leave now?"

His face darkened instantly, and he put his arm around Lindsay's shoulder and walked away.

"Cynthia, let's see how long you can keep up this charade."

I breathed a sigh of relief and my back slid down the wall behind me.

The emotional upheaval had drained all my energy.

I just can't understand the look in his eyes before he left.

I suddenly remembered when I first met him.

At that time, I was being interviewed for the role of an actor's assistant.

Sheldon has a bad temper - before I became his assistant, he had scolded and driven away over a dozen assistants.

And I was assigned to him just because I looked easy to handle.

Over time, I made things much easier for him because I was perceptive and efficient.

Things became easier for him, so naturally I didn't have to endure his scolding.

He even praised me, "Cynthia, you are much more useful than those good-for-nothings."

But in fact, I worked so hard just because I didn't want to lose a job that paid over 10,000 dollars a month.

Until one time, when Sheldon finished filming and was having a farewell banquet with the crew, I was molested by a drunk producer.

He protected me with a stern face, picked up food from the table and smashed it on the man's face.

The result was that the film was withdrawn and he had to pay a high termination fee.

But he didn't seem to care.

Instead, he turned around and apologized to my frightened self, "Cynthia, I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well."

My heart was beating fast at that moment.

Tears followed.

That was the first time someone was willing to protect me when I was bullied.

I don't have any parents. My grandma picked me up and raised me.

However, this world never treats the weak well.

As long as you are weak, there will always be people bullying you.

Even though my grandma was very good to me, I was always called a bastard.

What's more, there was only an elderly person in the house who posed no threat to them, so they became even more unscrupulous.

The scars on my body were always getting new ones before the old ones healed.

I didn't dare tell my grandma about this, for I was afraid that if I did, she would think I was a bastard and abandon me.

As time went by, due to the long-term bullying, I became sensitive and lacked love.

At that time, I really hoped to meet someone who loved me wholeheartedly.

So, I thought Sheldon was that person.

We got together.

However, he said that he was currently in the rising stage of his career and it wasn't convenient for him to make our relationship public.

"Cynthia, wait for me a few more years, and I will go public with our relationship and marry you."

So, for this promise, even though we had been dating for five years, I was still the little assistant who served him coffee, stayed up all night, and ran around for him.

He asked me to wait, but what I waited for was rumors about him having affairs with other women, kissing scenes, and her attentive service to him whenever he called.

Only then did I realize how wrong my original decision was.

Our relationship was wrong from the beginning.

The next day, I went to the market and bought some daily necessities.

Then I saw that the door of the house had been knocked open.

Grandma loved cleanliness when she was alive.

But then, the house I organized had become a mess.

Especially her room, where all the drawers and cabinets were rummaged through - it was unbearable to look at.

Lindsay stood in the middle, still ordering people around.

When I witnessed that scene, I felt the blood rushing to my head.

I was so angry that I shouted, "Stop! What are you doing? Breaking into someone's house is illegal! Believe it or not, I will sue you!"

Lindsay raised her eyebrows, "Ah, my earrings fell here yesterday."

"That was given to me by Sheldon. I couldn't bear to lose it, so I came here to look for it myself."

"I love them so much that I might have offended you a little, Cynthia, I hope you don't mind."

I was not bothered to argue with her, so I turned on my phone and called the police while saying, "Get out of here with your people!"

The phone was taken away, and a cold voice came from behind, "Lindsay's earrings are made of pure natural jadeite, worth tens of thousands. You chased her away like this, you must be feeling guilty, right? You must have found those lost earrings."

"Cynthia, call the police if you want, but are you prepared to deal with the consequences?"

By the end, Sheldon's voice took on a chilling, callous edge.