Chapter 57
Comments actually started coming in.
Not only that, but there were also private messages.
With trembling hands, she first clicked on the comments.
A user with the nickname Q had commented on one of her duet videos with Elara.
[You're still so cute.]
Lila stared at this comment in a daze.
A few seconds later, she went back and clicked on the private messages.
[I'm Chris, remember me?]
Lila answered in her mind: Of course I remember.
The guy who had lit up her youth for three whole years as she followed behind him. Now could she not remember?
But Lila didn't reply.
She checked her account, then set all videos showing her face to "visible only to me."
At the top of her phone screen, a notification showed that Chris had sent another message.
[I have something very important to talk to you about. Can you give me your phone number?]
The key phrase "very important" stirred up Lila's intense curiosity.
She started to hesitate. Should she give him her contact information?
Logically, she was married and should keep her distance from other men, especially someone like Chris whom she used to like.
But that little bit of regret deep in her heart ultimately won over reason.
Lila sent him her phone number.
She asked another question.
[What do you need to talk to me about?]
Chris didn't reply.
However, Lila soon received a WeChat friend request.
She accepted it.
Chris sent a message: [It's been so many years since we've seen each other, right?]
Lila wasn't too enthusiastic, maintaining the proper tone of social etiquette as she asked: [Yes, what's this very important thing?]
Chris: [When are you free? Can we meet up?]
Lila: [I have to work every day, probably don't have time. Why don't we just talk on WeChat?]
Chris: [What about the weekend?]
The weekend?
Drivers probably don't get weekends off, right?
When the boss needs you, you have to be on duty anytime.
Even if Lila had time on the weekend, she didn't have the courage to meet Chris now, and didn't want to either.
Given Alexander's sensitive and suspicious personality, if she met with another man privately, wouldn't he strangle her?
Lila still wanted to live.
Lila: [My job is year-round with no breaks. I have to go now, I'm at work.]
After sending this message, Chris didn't push her further, just replied "OK," and the chat came to an end.
Lila had been looking at her phone the whole time, so she didn't notice that Alexander outside had watched the entire process of her messaging on her phone.
He saw the hesitation, struggle, and nervousness on her face, and had already imagined a whole drama, convinced she was chatting with some man.
But what were they talking about?
And what did she like about that man?
It wasn't until Lila put down her phone and started reading that Alexander looked away.
He lit a cigarette, his gaze distant, as if brewing something.
At ten minutes to six, Alexander got up from his office chair, draped his suit jacket over his left arm, put his phone in his pants pocket, grabbed his car keys, and walked to the door of the driver's lounge.
He glanced indifferently at the scene inside, saw she was still reading, seriously highlighting key points with a marker, and his slender fingers lifted to knock twice on the glass door.
Lila instinctively looked up.
When their eyes met his cold gaze, two words without any warmth reached her ears. "Time to go."
Lila said nothing, closed her book, quickly gathered her things, and left the lounge.
Lila followed behind Alexander. When they reached the elevator, out of basic courtesy as a subordinate, she was about to press the elevator button for him, but...