Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute

When Edward received Filip's call, he subconsciously thought something had happened to Starry.

"What happened to Starry?"

The man on the other end of the phone sounded anxious and anxious, and as soon as he heard it, he knew he was anxious as hell.

Filip looked out the floor-to-ceiling window, and his cool brow moved: "She's not doing anything."

Hearing Filip's words, Edward was relieved and his attitude was harsh: "What do you want from me?"

Edward does not see Filip, not a day or two things.

"You're in Larough City, so if you're free on Friday, let's meet up."

"Why would I want to see you?"

"If you don't want something to really happen to Starry, I suggest that it's better for you to meet with me."

Filip, the man, always knows where the other side's weaknesses are.

With such a light-hearted statement, he made Edward unable to refuse to meet again: "What do you mean by that? What do you want to do to her?" "Friday, see you there."

Edward was angry and anxious: "Where are we meeting? What time do we meet? Filip, I'm warning you, if you touch her, I'll kill you!"

Edward roared a bunch of words, only to find that the person on the other end of the phone had long since hung up the call.

He was so angry that his lips were almost bitten through.

Catherine sensed something was wrong: "Who's calling?" "Filip's."

Catherine frowned, "What did he want with you?"

"I don't know, he asked me to meet him on Friday."

Catherine's face is not very good: "He is good, how can ......"

Edward inclined his head and looked at her: "This matter, do not tell Starry."

After saying that, Edward turned around and went back to the dressing room, his makeup was not yet finished.

Catherine looked at Edward's back and always felt that Filip's search for Edward was not simple.

But Edward won't let her tell Starry about it, and Catherine has no way to talk to anyone, so she can only wait and see what happens.

It rained continuously all day and all night, and finally it was going to stop in the evening.

Starry parked the car, unbuckled her seatbelt and looked out the car window, the night was a bit thick, she couldn't quite see clearly whether it was still raining outside or not. After a moment's hesitation, she took her umbrella and got out.

It's still raining, but much less, a light drizzle, and the wind disperses when it blows.

She walked up to the cloister with her umbrella and stepped on the moonlight.

Lanterns were lit at the veranda, and the dim light shone on the wooden floor.

Starry put away his umbrella and walked inside along the back corridor.

Wyatt had already arrived, and Starry smelled an aroma as soon as he entered the box.

Wyatt sat there pouring her tea with a steaming Far Breton on the table.

The scent she just smelled was coming from that Far Breton.

Starry put her umbrella in the umbrella bucket and walked over with her bag.

By the window, the rain stopped, the window was pushed open, the wind blew in, a rose fragrance, more fresh and strong.

Starry subconsciously looked outside, only to find a Rosa gallica planted in the yard under the window, the lush laurel tree blooming with clusters of small hundred flowers.

April more rain, last night and today during the day rained all day and night, washed by the rain laurel is more fragrant.

Wyatt handed her the shiny tea, "What are you looking at?"

"Thanks."

She curled her lips and lifted her lily-white finger to point out the window, "There's Rosa gallica downstairs."

Wyatt glanced out, "I didn't notice until you said so."

Wyatt handed her the menu, "Starry, see what you want to eat tonight?"

Starry put the cup of tea, randomly flipped through a few pages of the menu, did not find a new dish, so ordered two old dishes. Wyatt heard, raised an eyebrow: "If I remember correctly, the first time I ate here with you, you ordered the same two dishes."

"Is that so? I don't really remember."

Wyatt tsked, "That's long-suffering."

Starry slightly lowered her eyebrows, the light, her eyes just reflected in the clear tea inside.

She gently shook the teacup with said, the tea shook, the original clear surface of the tea floated ripples.

Wyatt added two more courses and ordered Vichyssoise.

The light inside the box is not very bright, The Dapper Star's decoration was originally with a few vintage decorations, the light was shaded with a layer, the original white bright incandescent lamp looks a little hazy.

But despite this, Wyatt saw the dark circles under Starry's eyes.

Her skin is too white, and the dark circles under her eyes are too heavy, even though they have been concealed with concealer, but they can still be seen at a glance. "Insomnia again?"

Wyatt is also the last time I went back to Finas City to learn that Starry's insomnia is very serious, so serious that he has to take sleeping pills.

Starry pursed her lips for a moment, "Hmm."

"No more ideas for a new book?"

Starry drank a mouthful of tea, the day was cold, and the two sat against the window, the wind blew for a while, that cup of tea inside has long been cold. The cold tea went down her throat and she slowly swallowed it: "It didn't go too well."

Wyatt didn't think much of it, "It's always raining these days, it should clear up next week, do you remember what I told you about skiing?"

Starry of course remembered, she looked up at him, "Just after the holiday, the company is busy with many things, right?"

"It's true that the company has a lot going on, but it's not like it can't operate without me. Even if I'm busy, I have to take a breath, right?" The tea cup was empty, and Wyatt brought her cup to him: "The tea just got cold, why are you still drinking it?"

"Didn't notice."

Wyatt looked at Starry, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and he was about to speak when the clerk came in with the soup.

When the clerk left, Wyatt changed his tune: "So that's it for the skiing."

Starry watched him open the soup pot and slowly answered "yes".

Wyatt helped her rip open the salt packet: "Help yourself to the salt."

"Thanks."

He grunted, leaned back with his hands clasped, and looked thoughtfully at Starry who was drinking soup.

And I don't know if it was just him, but Starry seemed - well - off.

After a meal, Wyatt didn't see anything wrong with Starry.

When he got up to leave, a box suddenly fell out from inside Starry's bag.

Wyatt was quick on the uptake, and he picked it up before Starry bent over.

His eyes swept over the words on the box, and he frowned a little: "Why are you taking medicine?"

Starry reached out and took the medicine back, "Nothing, just a little insomnia."

Is "Olanzapine" a treatment for insomnia?

Wyatt didn't think so, but Starry obviously didn't want to talk about it, and he had the good sense not to ask any more questions.