"Assistant Mathias, find Delilah for me!"
"Damn it, Delilah, when I find you, you’re dead!"
We had been childhood sweethearts and I always accompany him on every birthday.
Even later, when he fooled around with other women, I never failed to appear.
The next day, on Blake’s birthday, he extravagantly rented out an entire floor of a club for the celebration.
Alison dressed up meticulously, playing the hostess, fluttering among the guests like a lively butterfly.
As time ticked by and midnight approached, Blake’s gaze remained stubbornly fixed on the entrance, as if waiting for someone so focused he didn’t even seem to hear Alison speaking beside him.
Realizing I probably wouldn’t come, his heart sank inch by inch.
Just as his expression completely darkened, the club door swung open.
Blake’s heart clenched sharply and he immediately stood up, only to slump back onto the sofa in defeat when he saw it was just Assistant Mathias.
Mathias, carrying a folder, walked over to him.
"President, this is from the Madam..."
Hearing my name, Blake instantly perked up and eagerly tore open the package.
"I knew Delilah wouldn’t dare! See, she still obediently sent me a birthday gift..."
The corners of Blake’s mouth twitched upward until he saw what was inside, his smile faltering into complete stillness.
