Movie Star, Your Dog Was Stolen

"I won't give Goldie back to him. The 'son' naturally belongs to the mother when a couple separates. It's just common sense."

"And Goldie's father is not well-intentioned. Goldie is so handsome, but he insists on having Goldie neutered. Isn't that crazy?"

Nancy looked at me thoughtfully and said, "I can't say if he is crazy, but you definitely are."

I knew that Nancy was discussing the secret relationship between me and Emerson.

I was actually the one who pursued Emerson when we got together.

After knowing each other for a month, I lost a game at a classmate gathering.

I chose the big adventure.

I had to call a man I had been in contact with recently that time from my address book and confess my feelings to him, asking him to be my boyfriend.

The person I contacted most frequently at that time was Emerson.

I called him, told him I liked him, and asked him to be my boyfriend.

I didn't have a chance to say it was just a joke.

He replied, "Okay."

I still remember when I heard him say okay.

The alcohol wore off in an instant, leaving my heart racing uncontrollably.

Because I was afraid it was a dream, I didn't dare to sleep all night.

That was how we got together.

Because I was afraid, we would break up one day, so I never dared to let others know.

After all, we got together casually.

After spending a considerable amount of time together, I realized that he was sarcastic and candid.

Despite his good looks, a better-than-average figure, decent acting skills, and a wealthy background, he had no advantages at all.

He was not romantic at all, not even compared to Goldie.

So between Goldie and him, I chose Goldie.

Three days later, the first episode officially aired.

The entire program was conducted in the form of live broadcast.

Since the program group couldn't afford big-name celebrities, the first episode only featured me, the relatively unknown idol Dylan Camden, and the recently debuted singer Marquis Simpson.

Because I had been popular recently, a group of haters flooded into the live room as soon as the live broadcast started.

The program group asked us to introduce ourselves.

The first one was Dylan, who playfully greeted the audience through the camera.

"Hello everyone, I am Doodle's 'mom', Dylan Camden. Doodle is an adorable Samoyed. I hope you all like us."

Next was Marquis.

"Hello, everyone; I am Ballo's 'dad', Marquis Simpson. Ballo is a gentle and loyal Border Collie."

It was finally my turn.

"Hello, everyone; I am Goldie's 'mother', Cherry Levins."

As soon as I finished speaking, I saw the comments in the live broadcast room scrolling rapidly.

[Cherry, you stole the dog so brazenly. You must have a really thick skin, huh?]

[Quickly return Emerson's 'son', we will spare your life]

[Goldie? The name is so tacky, just like its 'mother'.]

I looked at the 64-inch big screen and smiled brightly.

"I don't know if I have a thick skin, but my face is definitely smaller than yours."

"Stealing my 'son' and giving it to someone else, you must be seriously ill. "

"This is the first time I've ever heard someone complain about money being tacky. It almost sounds like you don't value money at all."

I was the first one to argue with the audience during the live broadcast.

The entire production team grew concerned for me, with even Nancy supporting her forehead with one hand and pretending not to notice me.