"Avery, your jewelry today is also sponsored by Grant. You need to be careful, ’Ti Legend’ isn’t cheap. If you lose it, you might really have to pledge yourself to Beckett Wright."
Angela Scott said to Avery with a smile, but there was an unknown jealousy in her eyes.
She probed Avery’s intentions, wanting to see how Avery felt about Beckett. Avery should already have a relationship with Joshua Hughes; she couldn’t possibly be with one and lead the other on, could she?
"Scott, you really love to joke. How could I ever deserve him? I’ve been married before." Avery lowered her head in lancholy. She wasn’t just married; she had also beco the mistress of the most powerful man.
Mistress was a courteous title. As Joshua Hughes had put it, she was rely a bedfellow, or worse, a vessel for his strong desires.
Thinking of this made her feel so bitter that she found it hard to go on living.
Even now, her body still bore the traces of his wild abandon from last night.
She could never be deserving of soone as warm as Beckett Wright.
But she still wanted to live with hope, thinking that if he let her go one day, even without the yearning for love, at least her heart would be her own.
Angela Scott carefully savored these words in her heart. Avery said she wasn’t good enough for him. But what if Beckett didn’t mind that she had been married?
After all, in this era, there were so many people who got married and divorced. Having one marriage was nothing. So, might she actually have fallen for Beckett?
Beckett was the kind of man Avery liked. Back in school, Avery used to say she liked n who wore white shirts, clean and gentle. The arrival of Lucas Yates had fulfilled her ideal of a man at that ti.
And over such a long period, Lucas’s gentle care for Avery was irresistible, and naturally, they fell in love and got married.
In so respects, Beckett and Lucas were similar, with the sa hint of scholarly aura. But Beckett was trendier, while Lucas was more genteel.
Looking at Avery’s beautiful face, a chill crept into her heart.
There was no way she could compete with Avery. By her side, she always seed so plain, and Avery’s beauty was enough to overshadow everything around her.
As the two were talking, a clear voice interrupted them.
"Miss Avery, your flowers."
It was still that tall, skinny student; still the sa long-stemd white roses, wrapped as elegantly and simply as ever, with the sa small card that read: "I never knew yearning, until I t you, and now I am consud by it."
Such moving words, such passionate expression, still made one’s heart flutter.
This flutter wasn’t about love, but perhaps a girl’s little vanity, or the feeling of being touched by romance. In any case, when Avery saw this bouquet, a gentle smile played at the corners of her lips: "You still won’t tell who sent this?"
The young delivery boy was srized by that enchanting smile: "Miss Avery, it’s not that I won’t say, it’s that I really don’t know."
He was so nervous that he stuttered before finishing his sentence.
Angela Scott looked at the words on the card, and her heart was already filled with sorrow.
She knew who had sent these flowers.
The handwriting was elegant and handso; it was undoubtedly Beckett Wright’s.
When she traveled to the United Kingdom, out of her infatuation with Beckett’s talent, she had made a point to visit the Grant flagship store.
In the lobby, there was a display of Beckett’s famous work at that ti—a set of jewelry he had designed for the Royal House, with his signature, "Beckett Wright," below.
She had stood there dumbfounded, tracing those two words through the glass with her finger. She thought they were the most beautiful words in the world.
But finally, one day, she saw the handwriting that had once moved her again, and this ti it spoke of the owner’s deep affection, but not for her.
If Beckett hadn’t co, if she hadn’t seen him again, perhaps it would all have just been a dream, but he was already so close to her now.
He had already walked into her life, but he had fallen in love with her friend, how pitiful that was.
If she weren’t Avery’s agent, Beckett wouldn’t even bother to talk to her, would he?
"Avery, today I still need to take two people to audition. Since it’s for an underwear advertisent, you’re not scheduled, so you can stay at the company today."
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