No matter what Lucian was doing, the moment there was any sign of her, he would drop everything and rush to her side.
All for a blurry video, too unclear to make out the face, he abandoned me, leaving me alone halfway up the mountain to chase after her overseas.
For a fake rumor, with no photos or videos to back it up, he could even walk away from me after we were in bed together.
I knew Astrid was fishing for something. She couldn't let go of her first love, but she also couldn’t give up on Lucian, the big catch. So she came back and I wasn’t surprised at all.
I took a taxi back to the "home" Lucian had given me. The place he provided as a refuge.
I had barely settled down after returning home from the hospital when I heard the sound of the door opening.
Lucian, dressed in black and looking exhausted, stood in the doorway. “Where is Astrid?”
I didn’t expect him to be so impatient. It hadn’t even been half an hour and he was already here, looking for me.
He had never come here on his own before. Every time, it was me begging him. That’s why Lucian would say I was selling myself. Sometimes, I couldn’t help but feel worthless too.