I pulled his hand away and smiled coldly. “Didn’t last night’s hangover soup wake you up?”
Daniel’s face darkened. He threw several checks at me with a sharp smack.
“Emily only said you made a living by selling yourself—Is that really something to hold a grudge over now?”
“Plenty of people online criticize you—why focus on her? Fifty billion should be enough for your emotional damage.”
“Let’s put this behind us, stop making a scene.”
Watching his smug expression, the tension coiled inside me snapped. I rushed forward like a madwoman.
“Who am I being scolded for? Daniel, has your conscience been eaten by dogs?”
Daniel puffed out his cheek. “You just like chasing people, don’t you?”
Slap!
I trembled as I pulled my hand back. Daniel’s light smile vanished and he clenched his teeth.
“Felicia! Am I not telling the truth? What the hell are you freaking out about!”
I bit my lip hard. “Is this your first day meeting me? I’m a madwoman! You loved me to death back then and now you’re scared?”
Daniel laughed bitterly, grabbed my hand and slammed me against the car.
“Come on! Let’s see who’s crazier!”
“Get off me! Don’t touch me with your filthy hands!”
Hysterical, I pounded him with punch after punch. Daniel groaned, eyes red, holding my legs tightly against his.
The room fell silent. In the tight space, only our heavy breathing remained.
“Felicia, don’t be so stubborn. You’re pushing me away.”
He sighed. Then his hand reached to wipe my tears.
The next second, the phone rang. I knew it was Emily’s.
“Felicia, Emily’s crying because of you. I have to go comfort her.”
I watched Daniel walk away. Then I wiped my tears.
My guy was off wiping another girl’s tears. And I was too old to cry over things like this.
I returned to my old rented room. It was the one I rented when I first came to London. Back then, we were poor and the two of us squeezed into the narrow bed; even a slight turn would cause it to creak.
Later, I often felt I owed Daniel. The top movie star’s first time happened in such a cramped spot.
“Young lady, where’s your handsome boyfriend?”
I looked up at the noodle soup shop owner, slowly processing what she said.
“If I remember correctly, you two always order beef noodle soup. You eat the meat and your boyfriend just eats the noodles.”
It was so long ago that I couldn’t even remember the last time Daniel and I had eaten together.