Chapter 68


    Chapter 68 Good News


    My heart pounded at the massive bouquet of fragrant lilies I had mindlessly epted earlier.


    It was a gift from the national heartthrob, Nichs Scott himself; I would be remiss to reject his present.


    “Thank you!” My smile could not get any wider then.


    Nichs still had his hand on the bouquet. He tugged me into his arms and whispered into my ear, “It’s


    great that you’re fine. You look beautiful.”


    I froze the minute I was in his embrace. Cameras were shing at me from all directions.


    Nichs released me a brief momentter. Still, a blush crept up my face.


    Just then, a thought crossed my mind. I wonder if Nichs’ fangirls wille after me.


    I was stillposing myself after Nichs’ hug when Dominic suddenly shoved all the bouquets in his


    hand to me and kissed me on the cheek.


    “I can’t believe you’re so happy after getting one bouquet. Here, you can have all of these. Are you over


    the moon now?”


    The cameras began shing furiously once more.


    I stood stunned with the mountain of bouquets in my arms. Dominic had already straightened himself as


    if nothing was wrong.


    My gaze traveled between the two men beside me. I felt like I was in a daze.


    Dominic and Nichs, on the other hand, were staring intently at each other.


    It may have been a figment of my imagination, but I thought I sensed a hint of hostility in their gazes.


    The journalists at the event pointed their microphones at us, directing their first question of the night to


    Dominic.


    “Mr. Hartnell, have you known the model beside you for a long time?”


    “Yes.”


    The journalist continued, “Mr. Hartnell, the theme of today’s fashion show has nothing to do with bridal


    wear. Yet, you’ve decided to use a wedding gown as your final piece. Is there a special meaning behind


    your decision? Did you prepare this gown specifically for thedy beside you?”


    Even I could not help but be impressed by the journalist’s intuitiveness.


    “Every outfit is designed with a person in mind.”


    Dominic’s simple reply sent the journalists into a tizzy.


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    One of them hopped on the bandwagon in the hopes of wrangling a headline. “Mr. Hartnell, are you


    implying that we should be expecting good news soon?”


    Dominic smiled cryptically and answered, “I’ll be sure to make a public statement when ites to that.”


    Interest flitted across the faces of every journalist as they turned their attention to me.


    Bewildered, I did not know where to look and why they had taken an interest in me.


    I’m not his partner. Ah, he must be hinting about Camille!


    Bitterness seeped through every fiber of my being as I tightened my grip on the bouquets. So this is how


    it feels like when my ex is getting married to another woman.


    The journalists began peppering Nichs with questions after their interview with Dominic.


    Instead of entertaining their inquiries, Nichs merely stated that he was here to view the fashion show


    and that they should dedicate their attention to the fashion show itself.


    His eloquent mannerisms and kind personality meant that the journalists did not feel slighted by his


    refusal for an interview. The perpetual smile on his face did not hurt matters as well.


    It was all fine and well that they could not interview Nichs, yet now they had turned their arrows on


    me.


    My inexperience caused me to freeze up in the face of a sea of microphones.


    Thankfully, Calvin arrived with some staff to hold off the journalists, announcing loudly that the interview


    segment was over.


    With their help, I managed to leave uneventfully with Dominic.


    Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nichs’ manager Jake usher him away as well.


    I had barely taken a few steps when I heard Louis calling my name.


    Turning my head, I saw Louis trying to squeeze his way through the crowd to us.


    I was about to walk to Louis when Dominic stopped me in my tracks. He called for someone. “Calvin.”


    His assistant escorted Louis to us immediately.


    “Damn, I could’ve gotten stampeded back there. Dom, I didn’t know you’re a fashion designer now. Good


    job, man!” The first thing that came out of Louis’ mouth was an expression of his adoration for Dominic.


    When he turned to face me, there was no trace of admiration left in his tone. “Lili, you’re too much! You


    didn’t even tell me that you were going to be a model. Plus, if I didn’t call out to you earlier, you were


    nning to ditch me, right?”


    “Model my *ss! I was an unwilling participant. And how dare you use me of ditching you! Who was the


    one who disappeared in the first ce? You would’ve deserved it even if I ditched you,” I shot back.


    If he had been with me, Dominic wouldn’t have dragged me into this mess, and I wouldn’t have had to


    face all those journalists.


    After some thought, I said, “Wait for me outside. I need to remove my makeup and change. Don’t wander


    around again.”


    The little j*rk had the nerve to chuckle as he replied, “All right, all right. Anything you say, my dear sister.


    But Lili, you should think about what to tell Dad. Things are going to get interesting once he finds out


    about this.”


    I had not thought about how Dad would react to this until Louis’ reminder.


    While Mom would be pretty okay with this, Dad, being as conservative as he is, would probably go on a


    tirade and have a telling-off waiting for me at home.


    “Louis, don’t betray me, or I won’t help you again.” My gut instinct was to threaten Louis into submission.


    He pouted and said, “I won’t say a peep about this, but there were a bunch of journalists earlier.”


    Oh God, the journalists! How could I forget about them? Sh*t, I’m dead.


    My only strategy was honesty. If all else failed, I could say I was doing Dominic a favor.


    As I continued to ponder my dilemma, I realized I had wandered to the dressing room.


    Calvin and Louis were both gone. Dominic told me that he had arranged for Calvin to send him back.


    Annoyed, I asked, “Why did you let them leave first? How am I supposed to go backter?”


    “You’re not.”


    I was tongue-tied at his reply. Before I could make heads or tails of hisment, he had dragged me


    into the dressing room.


    Dominic mmed the door shut and pinned me against it. A voracious kiss ensued.


    What the h*ll is wrong with him? He’s obsessed with forceful kisses!