The crew asked him, "Who's your ideal type here on set?"
Without hesitation, he pointed at Hannah. The two exchanged a glance and a smile, their chemistry palpable.
Seizing the opportunity, the staff and guests started chanting for them to kiss.
I stared at Simon, gripping the hem of my dress tightly. My palms were cold and clammy with sweat.
But Simon didn't seem to notice me. Perhaps he never cared about my feelings at all.
He rose and smiled, hooking his hand towards Hannah.
Hannah beamed. She jumped directly into his arms and they kissed passionately.
I was the only one who forced a smile, pretending everything was fine.
Simon pursed his lips in aftertaste as their kiss ended. His eyes were brimming with affection.
Just as my tears threatened to spill, I bowed my head.
I used to think he was cold and didn't express his emotions much, but now I knew he reserved his passion for someone else. Unfortunately, it’s never been for me.
My illness acted up again and my head was pounding.
I wondered if I would feel less pain if I stopped loving him.
After the recording, I found Simon, who would make the bed for Hannah.