They had often seen me buying things for Jeremy and accompanying him during his exercises. Everyone knew he was my boyfriend.

In an instant, all eyes—filled with pity or mockery—landed on me.

I stood frozen, looking down at my ten-dollar T-shirt, twenty-dollar canvas shoes and the exhaustion that clung to my entire being.

I really did look like a housekeeper.

Still, I had taken care of Jeremy for five years. Even if he had introduced me as his neighbour, I wouldn't have felt so utterly humiliated.

When I finally reached the lead car, Jeremy had already opened the door for Stella to get in. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he turned to me. "You've taken care of me for so long. If you have any wishes, tell me and I can fulfil them!"

Wendy immediately urged me, "Quick, quick! This is your chance, ask him to take you with him!"

However, I didn't budge. I just numbly shook the bag of medicine I held in my hand. "Since you don't actually have a terminal illness, why don't you settle the bill for the medicine I bought you these past few years? Oh, and the living expenses too! That makes a total of ... fifty-nine thousand eight hundred!"

I pulled out my phone, tapped away furiously and announced the number.

Everyone around me burst into snickers, mocking me for being so short-sighted.

To someone of Jeremy's status, what was 598,000? If I had asked, he might have given me 59.8 million without batting an eye.

Jeremy frowned, his eyes fixed on me with a complicated expression. Nevertheless, he quickly instructed his assistant to give me a check.

I glanced at the number. It was 600,000 dollars.

He even gave me an extra two thousand!

Stella hooked her arm through his and looked at me, saying, "Bridget, Jeremy is quite generous to you. He gave you exactly what you asked for. But from now on, you both belong to different worlds. I hope you won't make any negative remarks about Jeremy in front of anyone!"

Jeremy also looked at me, pursing his lips. "I don't want anyone to know that you and I were ever involved!"

I understood. He despised me and feared I'd tell the media he was my boyfriend.

Don't worry, I won't. After all, having such a heartless boyfriend wasn't something worth bragging about.

When Jeremy left and the onlookers dispersed, only my best friend, Wendy, stayed behind—still fuming.