After leaving the private room, I looked at John.

"Break up."

Without hesitation, I turned around, pushed the door open, and left, isolating myself from the sound of glass breaking behind me.

As soon as I closed the door, I lost the composure I'd just forced myself to have.

After staying up all night filming and falling into the cold water, I could feel the heat on my forehead without touching it.

When one's body was weak, it was easy for one to think about emotions.

John's indifferent expression, and the way he was making out with someone else, all irritated me.

I leaned against the door of the club and waited for my assistant to pick me up.

It was also on such a night that I was surrounded by at the dinner party. After I rushed out of the private room, they were still chasing me.

I suddenly found that there was something wrong with the wine I drank, and a strange feeling rushed straight to my brain.

My vision was blurred, and the whole world was spinning.

In a panic, I grabbed the hem of someone's clothes, and the man who was surrounded stopped in his tracks.

He looked at me for a long time. For some reason, the people behind him didn't dare to approach me.

I noticed his gaze scanning my face.

After a while, he squatted down on one knee and held my wrist.

"What?"

The alcohol had intoxicated my rationality. I felt that the pair of eyes I was looking at were a little familiar.

"Take me away."

I didn't beg him. I just said three words.

The man lowered his eyes and dismissed the people who tried to step forward.

He held my waist with one hand to support me.

"Alright."

He didn't ask anything.

Everything that happened afterward seemed to be natural.

To cope with the family's forced marriage, John came to me.

"Be my girlfriend."

"Help me deal with my family."

Just like when I said 'take me away', I didn't hesitate this time.

"Alright."

But in the end, I, an actress, made it real.

Step by step, I approached him and fell in love with him.

John accepted me crossing the line and silently allowed me to get closer.

I thought that after getting along with him day by day, he would soon marry me.

I didn't expect the end of the story to come so quickly.

"She's just an actress."

I smiled self-deprecatingly. Those people who looked at me when I entered the room seemed to have mistaken me.

So that's what the people around him think of me.

I would never allow myself to condescend to like him, to lose my self-respect.

I stood up straight. My assistant sent me a message saying that the car was rear-ended on the road.

I shook my dizzy head and frowned to comfort her.

It had already rained heavily outside, so I tidied up my clothes.

A group of people rushed out of the club, and soon a car stopped at the door.

The crowd stood in front of the car door, and their faces were full of fear.

The manager personally opened the back door and held the umbrella.

A pair of leather shoes stepped out of the car, and a tall and straight figure stepped out.

The edge of the black umbrella covered most of the man's face.

I didn't have time to care about others. I just felt it was too noisy.

The next second, I felt dizzy.

I couldn't stand still.

I thought to myself, "Fortunately, I didn't faint in the private room. Otherwise, John would laugh at me."

I thought I was going to fall to the hard ground, but I didn't expect to fall into a hug.

The scent of the snow pine tree rushed into my nose, along with a little tipsy.

In a trance, I saw a man.

He half-knelt, put his arms around my waist, and held me in his arms.

His voice was low and deep as he chuckled.

"I told you, don't fall into my arms again."

"Yuki, this is the second time."

When I was half awake, I found that someone was touching my limbs.

I felt a piercing pain on my skin. I frowned and tried to withdraw my hand to avoid it.

However, I didn't succeed and was suppressed by someone with his hands.

Perhaps it was because of my illness, I, who had always been strong, felt a little aggrieved.

Not only did I fail, but I was also forced to do so. I half-opened my eyes, which were filled with tears.

The light above my head was not dazzling. There was a figure beside me, looking cold and serious.

He looked down at me and stared at my tears.

"Why are you so delicate?"

He reached out to wipe away my tears.

The injection took effect in my body.

The hand on the side of my face moved to my eyelids. He gently stroked my eyelids and motioned for me to close my eyes.

"Have a sleep."

When I woke up, I found myself in an unfamiliar environment.

I was only wearing a silk nightdress, and there was nothing unusual about my body.

The faint fragrance of snow pine on the quilt made me feel at ease.

I looked around and looked out of the window.

In New York, where every inch of land is expensive, the house I was in should be very expensive.

There were not many things in the room, but the decoration was exquisite.

On the wall hung the high-priced authentic work that had been sold at the HK auction some time ago.

Somehow, I heaved a sigh of relief.

I didn't know who the owner of this house was, but selling me wouldn't be enough to buy the edges of this painting.

What was there to be afraid of when the owner didn't care about women or money?

I got out of bed and opened the door a little.

A strange man's voice came from outside.

"Miss White was offended by Mr. Farrell and a few other young men with him in the club yesterday. They spoke rudely."

His words were euphemistic. The man in front of him had been through a lot, so how could he not know these dirty things?

Fortunately, Yuki had left early and did not hear that.

The assistant noticed no change in his demeanor.

But he didn't dare to relax at all.

Now, this man had done all the means of these young masters in New York in the past. It was too shameful.

In the early years, he had done many deviant things. Three years ago, his former assistant was dismissed from an incident, and the Old Master couldn't control him. So he had to let him do as he pleased.

After that, the assistant was promoted. Since then, he remembered to report everything about Yuki to him.

Those people did what he hated most, and the assistant couldn't help but feel nervous for them.

Simon lifted his eyelids. His gaze was as sharp as a blade, causing him to hold his breath.

"Contact Zick Farrell."

He didn't mention anyone else. It wasn't that he was letting them go, but that he didn't care at all.

The true leader of the Farrell family was Zick Farrell.

After reporting, the assistant was about to turn around and leave when his eyes swept over the half-open door.

"Miss, Miss White."

Simon turned his head. When he looked at me, my heartbeat seemed to skip a beat.

The man sitting on the sofa was relaxed all over, with his legs crossed casually.

I had seen him before. He was one of the best in the upper class of New York.

Simon Huss.

Not long after I promised to pretend to be John’s girlfriend, he took me to a party.

There was an unwritten rule in the party that the people who were surrounded in the middle were often the most powerful.

I thought that John had a prominent background, but I didn't expect that I was short-sighted.

I didn't want to get involved in power struggles, and I couldn't be bothered to deal with these two-faced people.

I just followed John around.

John led me over and greeted the man familiarly.

"Brother."

"Simon."

The first line was directed at Zick, and the second at Simon.

I was curious about the people John could honor so I looked at the man.

A pair of dark and cold eyes came into view.

His eyes swept over me and turned to John, who was next to me.

There was a suffocating pressure.

John also noticed that something was wrong.

"What's wrong?"

Zick glanced at the people around and changed the topic.

"Who is this?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on me.

John introduced, "She is my girlfriend, Yuki White."

With a bang, the glass fell on the coffee table.

The person in the middle was calm and composed as if the loud noise was not caused by him.

John also cast a surprised look.

Simon stood up and his gaze inadvertently swept over me.

Without saying anything, he turned around and left.

Everyone was silent. No one knew how they had offended him.

No one dared to speak. In the end, it was Zick who spoke up and allowed the gathering to continue.

The first impression Simon gave me was that he was a moody man.

And now, I was in the same room with him.

The heating in the room was on, but I felt cold.

I crossed my arms and nodded at him.

"Mr. Huss."

A dark glint flashed in Simon's eyes.

"Come here."

Before I could react, my body had already moved forward.

I was annoyed at myself for being so obedient. While I was in a trance, the back of my foot rubbed against the corner of the sofa and a red mark appeared.

Simon lowered his eyes and wore a faint smile.

"Why are you so delicate?"

The familiar words reminded me of something.

It turned out that he was the one who said what I heard in a coma.

He was the one who saved me yesterday.

No one had ever said that I was delicate. Simon was the first.

But I didn't do anything.

I sat down on the sofa one meter away from him.

After thinking for a long time, I finally spoke.

"Mr. Huss, thank you for saving me yesterday."

"You're so busy every day and I don’t want to disturb you anymore. I'll go back first. I'll thank you when you're free."

The meaning behind my words was obvious.

Simon knocked on his knees with his hand.

"Do you need me to help you contact John?"

When I heard the name, my face darkened, and even my attitude changed.

"No, we've already broken up."

Unlike what I had imagined, the corners of Simon's lips were turned up slightly.

At the same time, the doorbell rang.

Simon got up and threw the coat on the sofa at me. After he saw that I had put it on, he opened the door.

The person who came in was my assistant, who was carrying a bag.

Obviously, she knew who opened the door, so she didn't dare to raise her head and carefully approached me.

"Yuki, these are your clothes."

After changing my clothes, I took away my assistant, who was squatting at the door like a quail.

The moment I closed the door, I subconsciously glanced at the man on the sofa.

Life went on as usual. The breakup and rescue that day seemed to have never happened.