He saw that I didn't respond, he said, "Huh?"
I said calmly, "Can you take your leave now?"
His face darkened instantly, and he put his arm around Lindsay's shoulder and walked away.
"Cynthia, let's see how long you can keep up this charade."
I breathed a sigh of relief and my back slid down the wall behind me.
The emotional upheaval had drained all my energy.
I just can't understand the look in his eyes before he left.
I suddenly remembered when I first met him.
At that time, I was being interviewed for the role of an actor's assistant.
Sheldon has a bad temper - before I became his assistant, he had scolded and driven away over a dozen assistants.
And I was assigned to him just because I looked easy to handle.
Over time, I made things much easier for him because I was perceptive and efficient.
Things became easier for him, so naturally I didn't have to endure his scolding.
He even praised me, "Cynthia, you are much more useful than those good-for-nothings."
But in fact, I worked so hard just because I didn't want to lose a job that paid over 10,000 dollars a month.
Until one time, when Sheldon finished filming and was having a farewell banquet with the crew, I was molested by a drunk producer.
He protected me with a stern face, picked up food from the table and smashed it on the man's face.
The result was that the film was withdrawn and he had to pay a high termination fee.
But he didn't seem to care.
Instead, he turned around and apologized to my frightened self, "Cynthia, I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well."
My heart was beating fast at that moment.
Tears followed.
That was the first time someone was willing to protect me when I was bullied.
I don't have any parents. My grandma picked me up and raised me.
However, this world never treats the weak well.
As long as you are weak, there will always be people bullying you.
Even though my grandma was very good to me, I was always called a bastard.
What's more, there was only an elderly person in the house who posed no threat to them, so they became even more unscrupulous.
The scars on my body were always getting new ones before the old ones healed.
I didn't dare tell my grandma about this, for I was afraid that if I did, she would think I was a bastard and abandon me.
As time went by, due to the long-term bullying, I became sensitive and lacked love.
At that time, I really hoped to meet someone who loved me wholeheartedly.