He is like the moon by nature, cold, proud, surrounded by stars, unattainable.
Many people revolve around him, yet none can touch him.
Ariella Sawyer is a sensible person; she sees everything clearly.
Thinking her call yesterday was a bit uncalled for, Ariella smirked self-deprecatingly, stood up, paid the bill, and walked out of the restaurant dejectedly.
The surrounding guests kept their eyes on her from the mont she appeared in the restaurant until she left; their attention was consistently high.
Ariella ignored these people, left the restaurant, and got into her car with her head down.
After returning, she continued with her routine as if nothing happened, not taking the restaurant incident to heart.
But what she never expected was that the next day, barely past seven, her agent’s calls bombarded her phone.
Ariella was awakened from her bed, groggily grabbed her phone to answer, "Sister Chapman, what’s up?"
"Get on Weibo right now, see what’s all over the trending list!" Julia Chapman barked a sentence and hung up the phone.
Ariella opened Weibo in confusion, but as soon as she entered the trending list, she was dumbfounded.
Today’s Weibo headline was about her.
The title read: Ariella Sawyer stood up.
Upon opening it, it contained detailed entertainnt reports.
Various big V accounts on Weibo went on and on, saying Ariella Sawyer waited two hours in a restaurant for soone who stood her up in the end, saying Ariella got dumped, heartbroken—a topic full of explosiveness.
The agent, having seen the news, was obviously in an uproar.
A few minutes later, the phone bombarded Ariella again, "Tell what exactly happened yesterday, who were you waiting for? Now that Weibo is this lively, how am I supposed to help you calm this down?"
"Just ignore it, let them talk, once they have had enough, the storm will stop naturally." Ariella herself was indifferent.
Julia Chapman was so mad she wanted to reach through the phone to knock so sense into her, "You! You! Just because of your attitude, that’s why you’re only half-famous! Don’t you know a female artist rumored to be dumped greatly affects comrcial value?"
Ariella ignored her, hung up the phone.
Julia was very frustrated, but she couldn’t just let her artist go unchecked.
She didn’t understand what specifically happened yesterday, pondered a bit, and finally posted a simple statent via Ariella’s official account: the news reports are not true.
...
Walyon Family mansion.
This morning Sumr Sutton was having breakfast when she saw the news.
Staring at the Weibo trending topic for a long ti, her gaze stiffly turned to Ryan Walyon sitting across from her.
Ryan Walyon, who reads the news every morning, couldn’t possibly be unaware of the commotion Ariella Sawyer caused this ti.
However, his expression was calm as a breeze, making it impossible for Sumr Sutton to read anything from it.
Unable to figure him out, Sumr Sutton couldn’t help but keep looking at him.
Adrian Walyon, sitting next to her, followed Sumr Sutton’s gaze, landing on Ryan Walyon’s face, which was sowhat dark.
After Sumr Sutton had stared at Ryan Walyon more than five tis, Adrian Walyon finally couldn’t hold back.
Putting down his bowl and chopsticks, he said expressionlessly, "Mrs. Walyon, is there anything prettier than your husband?"
"..." Sumr Sutton was at a loss for words, coming to her senses a bit awkwardly.
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