It wasn''t surprising, they indeed bore a striking resemnce to each other-height, build, voice, eyes-all uncannily simr, except Micah exuded a more domineering and arrogant air, while n seemed somewhat more youthful. But the "debt-repaying male escort" always wore a mask, appearing only at night. And since n had once impersonated him and knew a great deal about their affairs and Sadie''s situation...
It was quite normal for her to have made a mistake.
"Spill it, what''s the real story?" Sadie demanded.
"What?" n''s heart was beating like a drum, hesitating whether to rify everything.
"You''re clearly the male escort, so why does everyone say you''re a wealthy man?"
"Why did you suddenly remove your mask and show your true face?"
"Why do youe to the DTT bar every day? What''s your rtionship with Jonny?"
Sadie rattled off all the questions that were swirling in her mind.
"Actually..." n gave it some thought and said with a tease, "Have you ever considered the fact that perhaps I''m not even a male escort at all? Could it just be your own misconception?" This was true when Micah briefly exined the whole situation to him, that''s precisely what he said: from beginning to end, she had misunderstood his identity.
"You mean to say..." Sadie recalled the first time she saw him at the Night Club, in a luxurious private room with bodyguards by his side, which certainly wasn''t typical for a male escort. Moreover, she had never actually seen him with any clients; they had only ever discussed such matters during their calls. Could it all have been her own fanciful imagination? "But wait..." Sadie countered, "How do you exin what happened four years ago?"
"That was me walking into the wrong room," n sidestepped the weighty issue, "One could say it was a fortuitous mistake..."
"So that''s how it is?" Realization dawned on Sadie, "Then your real identity is..."
"I''m just a good-for-nothing rich guy," n said with clear self-awareness, "Which is still better than being a male escort, right?"
"At least you''re aware of yourself," Sadie red at him, and then asked, "Then why did you pretend to be the male escort and enter into a debt repayment agreement with me?"
"Isn''t it fun?" n''s wicked grin spread across his face. "I''ve grown far too ustomed to a smooth-sailing life. With no challenges, there''s been nothing fresh or interesting - until suddenly, someone mistakes me for a male escort, forcing me to make and split money. Quite thrilling, eh?"
He decided to go with the flow and keep ying along with her.
After all, it was just a game. As long as he didn''t touch her, no major trouble would arise...
Sadie looked at his smile and felt there was something odd about it, yet she couldn''t quite pinpoint what it was.
She remembered Micah and quickly pressed, "Who, who actually saved me that night?"
"Why do you ask?" n responded promptly, "Did someone say something to you?"
"My boss said he saved me," Sadie replied, her guard down.
"Your boss?" A shock ran through n, could it be...
"The perverted boss," Sadie said with unease at the mention of Micah, "My colleague saw him carrying me out the back door. I even asked him today, and he confirmed that he saved me... but when I woke up the next morning, the person I saw was clearly you..."
As she spoke, Sadie''s face flushed red with nervousness; she averted her eyes, unable to look at him...
Seeing her expression, n remembered the night Micah carried her out from the back door. She had been dazed, likely drugged.
So that night, it was certain they had... been intimate.
Reflecting on this, n unexpectedly felt difort, as though his own woman had been touched by someone else...
"Come on, tell me what really happened?" Sadie pressed.
"At first, it was indeed him who saved you, but then I arrived just in time and took you away from him..." Deceiving women was something n had mastered to perfection, spinning a lie was second nature to him.