Trash Ex Faked It, Now I'm Faking It... With His Bro
Chapter 2
After leaving the private room, I couldn't hold back any longer and squatted down on the ground.
The waves of pain coming from my stomach robbed me of the strength even to get to the bathroom.
Until a shadow cast over my head.
A familiar voice sounded:
"What, feeling heartbroken, wanting to rekindle old flames?"
I raised my head and saw Nolan Harrington not far away, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, looking at me indifferently.
He was dressed entirely in black, with a high nose bridge and eyes hidden in the dim lighting, his emotions unreadable.
Under the light, his thin lips had clean, elegant lines.
At that moment, a sense of unjust grievance rose in my heart.
Tears involuntarily started to fall.
Nolan Harrington immediately panicked, quickly uncrossed his arms, and hurried toward me.
"Don't cry, I won't say that again."
He had a good figure, strong and capable.
With one arm, he lifted me up from the ground.
The scent of cedar filled my nose, tugging at my heartstrings.
I naturally wrapped my arms around his neck and said:
"My stomach hurts."
Nolan Harrington paused slightly: "Did it come early?"
I nodded, my lips unintentionally brushing his chin as my head rested on his broad shoulder.
Nolan Harrington carried me to the car, turned on the heater, and said:
"Wait in the car. I'll go buy something for you."
After saying that, he closed the car door and turned away.
The yellowish streetlamp poured down, outlining his tall, straight figure.
Not long after, a video call popped up.
It was Nolan Harrington.
"They're out of your usual brand. Do you see any others you like?"
Just as I was about to choose, a familiar voice filled with surprise came through the video.
Oscar Sterling walked into the store with the young girl in his arms, sized up Nolan Harrington, and exclaimed in astonishment:
"We invited you out for drinks tonight and you refused. Turns out you were here buying stuff for a woman!
Are you video-chatting with her? Let me see who exactly managed to enlighfifteen our Mr. Harrington!"
Oscar Sterling stepped forward, wanting to grab Nolan Harrington's phone.
I subconsciously moved my face away from the camera.
But Oscar Sterling didn't touch Nolan Harrington's phone.
Nolan Harrington merely glanced at him lightly, and Oscar Sterling withdrew his hand.
"Alright, alright, since you're guarding her so closely. Next time, remember to bring her out and let us meet her!
By the way, Nolan, I met Lucille today.
She walked into the wrong room and saw me kissing another woman.
Scared me to death. Luckily, my other friends improvised and said I'd lost my memory. I'll prefifteend a bit longer, then 'recover' my memory later.
Of course, Nolan, you really helped me out.
I wasn't done having fun back then. It was thanks to your idea of faking my death-it worked perfectly!"
The phone screen shook slightly.
The next moment, the call was disconnected on my side.
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