Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute

Starry knows that migraine is a disease that can hardly be cured, and if it doesn't strike, it can make life worse than death.

Filip The man could endure, she had never heard of him having a migraine, nor had old Mrs. Pearson.

She massaged the force is not small, but because the temple is a very special point, too much strength is easy to accident, so Starry has to be fully concentrated on the control of the moderate strength. She appears to be swimming on the surface, in fact, press long, her tiger mouth has a vague sense of soreness.

Filip hasn't said anything, and Starry doesn't know what to say.

There was no way she could explain to him about those things last night.

Fortunately, Filip is not a gossip, and he obviously didn't take the events of last night to heart.

Starry was thinking about these things while giving Filip a massage, not noticing that Filip had fallen asleep.

When she finished her set of massages, she realized Filip was asleep.

He was probably too tired and slept quite deeply, Starry shouted him twice, he did not wake up.

She looked at Filip, who was resting on a pillow, and under the light, the man's eyes were slightly closed and his face was stretched, as if he had fallen asleep.

Last night she went to bed at three o'clock, Filip will only be later than her, and he woke up before eight o'clock today, rushed back to the company for the morning meeting, sleep time is just over four hours. No wonder it was so easy to fall asleep.

Filip's tiredness is related to her, she pursed her lips for a moment, and finally did not have the heart to shout people awake.

She is hard-hearted, but that doesn't mean she doesn't know how to be grateful.

Alas, let him get a good night's sleep.

When I think about it, Starry is afraid of waking up Filip.

She carefully put her hand under the pillow, then moved her leg out a little and put the pillow on the sofa.

It was hard to draw out the leg, Starry forehead are out of a thin layer of sweat.

She slowly got up holding the arm of the sofa, looked down at Filip, then went up to the third floor and took a quilt down.

It wasn't too late, but she didn't get much sleep last night either, and although she caught up on her sleep this afternoon, she didn't get to sleep long before she was woken up by the alarm clock that had been set.

She was sleepy after eating, but in front of Wyatt, she couldn't show it.

I thought I could come back to wash up and go to bed after parting with Wyatt, but I didn't expect to see Filip in front of my house.

Starry went to the bar and poured a cup of hot water and carried it upstairs.

Inside the living room, she left only a small night light, night light at the stairway, the light is mostly blocked by the sofa, can not shine Filip there.

But the bathroom is just to the right of the stairs, so if Filip gets up at night, he can see the light when he sits up from the couch, and he won't trip when he gets up to go to the bathroom.

Listening to the sound of footsteps on the stairs getting farther and farther away, Filip on the couch slowly opened his eyes.

The lights inside the living room were turned off, and the curtains were drawn so tightly that the moonlight could not penetrate at all.

He lay on the couch for a while before sitting up, taking his phone from inside his pocket and checking the time.

9:00 p.m., still very early.

He glanced in the direction of the stairs, last night's Starry was too abnormal, yet today she was suddenly "normal" again.

Filip wrinkled his brow, he was a little impatient for Friday.

In the middle of the walk, footsteps suddenly came from the stairs.

Filip hurriedly put the phone back inside his pocket and quickly lay back inside the sofa.

Starry was just about to take a shower when he thought that the sofa pillow was too soft and too small, Filip used that as a pillow and had to get up the next day to fall off the pillow. Migraines are bad enough, there's no need to add a painful drop pillow to the mix.

So she went to the guest room and got her pillow and came back down.

The guest room was the same as Filip had slept in last night, and she hadn't had time to take care of it today.

The pillow is also the same one Filip rested on last night, so I think he won't mind it.

Starry was afraid to turn on the lights to Filip woke up, so he had to take the flashlight with the phone on and walk over with the phone.

She put the phone on the coffee table upside down and looked at Filip on the couch for a while with her pillow.

His head was resting right in the middle of the pillow, and it was quite difficult for her to change the pillow down to a pillow.

Starry hesitated for a second and then did it, although she did not want to wake him up, but Filip woke up, it is good, woke up will not have to spend the night in her, so as not to be seen by those who want to, and have to spread some messy rumors.

But Filip was sleeping more heavily than she thought, and Starry put her hand under the hug to reach in and hold his head, then pulled the pillow out and put the pillow in.

The process was quite dynamic, but Filip still didn't wake up.

Change the pillow, Starry picked up the phone and turned off the flashlight, and the light at the heel was gone in a flash.

In the darkness, she could only see Filip's silhouette.

Why did she think Filip looked like Sebastian when he didn't look anything like her?

Thinking of this, Starry pulled the corner of his mouth in self-deprecation, then turned around and went upstairs to his room.

Doctor Atkins gave her a sleeping pill, and Starry took one after her bath and lay down in bed with the lights off.

In the darkness, she could not see anything, and many messy images inside her head, but none of them were clear.

She didn't know what she was thinking, and she didn't mean to think about anything, but it just came out.

Starry turned on his side, tears flowing from his left eye over the bridge of his nose and soaking the pillow over his right eye.

She didn't know why, she just felt uncomfortable, unhappy and wanted to cry.

Time passed, and she still didn't quite get to sleep.

No rain tonight, but the wind is no less than last night's.

She turned the light back on and looked at the curtains, a little out of breath.

Filip just walked up to the third floor and saw the light coming from under the doorway of the room at the end of the dark hallway.

It's eleven o'clock now, is Starry still awake?

He is not very clear about Starry's work and rest, before in the Pearson residence when he even stayed in the Pearson residence, but also sleep in the study, Starry when to sleep, he really is not very clear. Eleven o'clock is not too late, perhaps it is not yet time for her to go to bed, Filip finally did not walk over.

The phone inside his pocket was vibrating, and he frowned, staring in anger at the person who called at this time.

Filip took out his phone and saw the caller ID, and he choked straight away.

The person on the other end of the phone was happy to call five times in a row, probably because he felt Filip's anger, the other side did not continue to dial the number.

Filip put the phone back inside his pocket, he looked at the night light at the corner of the stairs, thought of the pillow on the sofa, and his dark eyes couldn't help but move.

He used to think that Starry's tender and considerate are acting, but now that they are divorced, she does not have the need to continue acting, and everything she does now is just what she wants to do. She was supposed to be such a nice person.