She signed with Halo dia, and he could protect her, ensuring smooth sailing in the entertainnt industry, preserving her innocence and purity.
Lydia Brooke turned back, a cold smile playing on her lips, "President Saxton, if you want to recruit , talk to my agency and pay the penalty for the breach of contract! I don’t want to talk to you right now, sorry!"
Lydia shook off Jorge Saxton’s hand and walked towards her apartnt without looking back.
Jorge Saxton watched Lydia’s indifferent back, pursed his thin lips, and turned back to his car.
Jorge Saxton got into the car, drove to the neighborhood’s grocery store to buy a few cans of beer, then picked up an ointnt at the pharmacy, and drove back to Lydia’s apartnt building.
Jorge parked the car, sipping beer can after can, his gaze never leaving the lights that turned on when Lydia returned to her floor. He now knew she lived on the third floor.
The lights on the third floor were still on, and a figure stood on the balcony, looking thin and frail from behind.
The figure stood on the third-floor balcony for a long ti, and Jorge Saxton never averted his gaze. When he finished his beer, he couldn’t help but pull out his phone and dial a number.
The call was not answered for a long ti.
"Lydia, it’s ." Jorge Saxton spoke in a deep voice.
"What’s up?"
The voice on the other end was still indifferent and cold, chilling Jorge’s heart.
Jorge felt a lump in his throat and hoarsely said, "I’m downstairs from your ho... I bought ointnt for you."
Beep----
The call was abruptly disconnected, leaving a heartless busy signal.
Jorge held his phone, watching the figure on the balcony turn back into the room. Under the cold moonlight, the figure appeared even more indifferent and distant. Jorge forced a bitter smile.
Lydia truly hated him, and no matter what he did, she would never forgive him for not making it to the appointnt back then.
Jorge got out of the car and sat on the hood, deeply gazing at the third floor, feeling uneasy.
For a long, long ti, when Jorge felt the early winter wind was biting cold, his dim eyes slowly spotted a familiar figure approaching him.
His vision suddenly brightened, watching the person walk towards him without moving, Jorge was dumbfounded.
"Lydia."
Jorge called out, his voice still deep and filled with lingering affection.
Lydia approached, looked at Jorge’s face, and suddenly frowned, "Did you drink?"
The sll of alcohol tickled her nose, causing her heart to tighten.
Jorge imdiately returned to the car, fetched the ointnt, and ca back to Lydia, "For you, I don’t an anything else, just wanted to give you the ointnt. What if your face swells, how would you appear on cara? Applying so ointnt will help it heal faster."
Lydia lowered her gaze, not speaking, nor did she accept the ointnt.
Jorge took her wrist, placing the ointnt into her palm, softly said: "I’m leaving, Lydia, rember to apply the ointnt—also, if there’s anything, contact , my phone is on 24/7 just waiting for you."
Jorge gave Lydia a deep look, intending to leave.
Lydia suddenly looked up at Jorge, "Co up!"
"Um, I’m leaving right away, I won’t disturb you." Jorge’s heart tightened suddenly, feeling extrely uncomfortable.
Seems she really doesn’t want to see him, finds him annoying.
Jorge pursed his lips, turned around.
Lydia clutched the ointnt, a surge of emotions in her heart, her gaze turned cold, and she threw the ointnt at Jorge, coldly saying, "You’re such a pig!"
Incurably stupid!
Jorge got hit by the ointnt, imdiately snapped back to awareness, watched Lydia turn and walk away angrily, his eyes lit up as he recalled her words ’co up.’
She wasn’t asking him to get in the car, but to go upstairs?!
Jorge felt like the ointnt hitting him was a stroke of luck, quickly picked up the ointnt from the ground and chased after the angry Lydia...
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