Right. She would run red lights late at night for the sake of her dream man's dog, regardless of whether she would be captured on film by the paparazzi.
However, she was unwilling to come to the hospital to see my mother for the last time.
One could easily tell whom she loved.
I turned around and intended to find another way to leave.
But Jane had already seen me.
"Yannick Chambers, why are you here?"
She asked questioningly, knitting her brows unconsciously.
Jane suspected that I was stalking her, which was a habit she kept after she rose to fame.
She seemed to have turned into a different person after she became a popular star.
She had changed to a stranger to me, no longer lively and innocent, and would no longer smile at me.
She became so distant that there was impatience in her eyes when she talked to others.
I remembered taking her to my hometown to meet my parents and discuss the wedding date.
However, she was heavily disguised and only gave perfunctory answers to my relatives' kind questions. When a child touched her gently out of curiosity, Jane pushed the child to the ground, saying that he had stained her dress.
Indeed, she was a famous star.