"Why are you lying? Tell them the truth!"
"My dad will worry himself sick. I'm all he has left…"
Frances tried to say something more, but Pauline draped her arms around Allan's neck, her breath warm and teasing against his skin.
"You're my boyfriend today. Mention another woman one more time, and I'll get jealous."
Allan hung up without a second's hesitation.
I saw the viewer count in her livestream surging.
Comments flooded in: "This is so wild."
"Pauline is literally a modern-day siren, she's irresistible."
"Pauline, teach a masterclass! I want a new boyfriend every day too!"
Even after hanging up, Allan felt an inexplicable unease gnawing at him.
He gave Pauline a light pat on the hip and pulled up my number.
"Babe, let me just call Olivia to check in real quick."
"She really isn't in good health. I'm worried that—"
The phone barely rang once before Pauline pouted, snatched it out of his hand, and powered it off.
"No calling. You're mine today."
"Besides, doesn't she have hands? If she's feeling sick, she can call an ambulance herself. Why does she need to bother someone else's boyfriend?"