Chapter 334

Giselle stayed at home, resting for several consecutive days. Ever since she started working, she hardly had any time for self-care. Making the most of these few days off, she shopped, styled her hair, and went to the SPA... At the spa, she bumped into Nancy. Nancy was there for the full treatment, preparing especially for the movie premiere in two days. Upon seeing Giselle, she took the initiative to start a conversation. "Did Andrew invite you to the cocktail party after the premiere?" When Nancy took the initiative, Giselle naturally wouldn’t ignore her. She nodded to signal a response. Then she walked into the therapy room next to them, laid down on the beauty bed, and quietly enjoyed the massage. Running into Nancy was just a chance encounter. In Giselle's view, their relationship was such that they could exchange greetings when they met and that's it. Who knew, after Nancy had finished her bath, she wrapped herself in a towel and walked into the reclusive room. She asked Giselle, "You don't mind me being next to you, right?" This room was originally designed for a pair, the spa had many rooms and wasn't crowded during the day with many vacant rooms, yet Nancy insisted on sharing one with her. Giselle couldn't figure out the purpose behind Nancy's actions. But naturally, she wouldn’t refuse. In a nonchalant manner, she replied, "As you wish." This wasn't her private room after all. Anyone who wished to enter was none of her business. Upon hearing this, Nancy came in directly, leaning on the beauty bed, first massaging her back, then her face… While massaging her back, Nancy turned her head to look at Giselle beside her, saying, "The last time Maverick Mo helped me, it's because he feels guilty towards me." Giselle, upon hearing this, showed no significant reaction. She simply responded, "That’s nothing to do with me." "Don't you want to know why he feels guilty towards me?" It was all due to their ruthless breakup, the pain inflicted upon Nancy from years ago. Giselle answered, "I have no interest in what happened between you two." "After you went to F Country for half a year, you have changed a lot," Nancy chuckled, "I still remember when I just returned to the country, your eyes were always filled with so much caution when you looked at me." Back then, Giselle really did care about Nancy, her ex-girlfriend. It wasn't so much about caring, it was more of a sense of insecurity. Especially with both of them being similar in appearance, it generated in her, the illusion of being a substitute. In the face of an old flame, it's only natural for a replacement to react as an actual replacement would. Of course—— This indirectly reflected her concern for Maverick. "You can actually be so indifferent now." Nancy said, "Giselle, you really can let go better than I can. When I broke up with Maverick and went abroad for three whole years, I still couldn't move on." Really? Giselle remained silent, merely glancing impassively at her own left wrist. The cost of her ability to let go was too great. "Why did you break up with Maverick back then?" Giselle didn't know why she suddenly asked this. It seemed like it just slipped out without second thought. Nancy stared at her for a couple of seconds, "You actually care?" she said, "I thought you have lost interest in Maverick." "Just asking." Giselle replied. Being women, Nancy didn't believe her, but she also didn't press. However, she said, "I won't tell you about this because..." she bit her lip, "I am not that magnanimous. Even though I have let go of Maverick, the wounds from the past, the scars left in my heart, even after they've healed, they cannot be completely erased." Not sure if it was due to Nancy's tone, Giselle glanced at her sideway. Nancy also looked at Giselle, "Actually, I'm really thankful to you. You've managed to make Maverick so uncomfortable, in a way, you've helped me vent." Giselle turned her face away and said, "I don't have that capability." How could she have the ability to make Maverick uncomfortable? However, Nancy said, "Only you have that ability." Her words carried deep meaning, but Giselle did not want to delve into it. She was totally fed up with the four words 'unrequited love', women tend to be so sensitive, they would imagine various possibilities because of a single sentence, an action or even a look from someone else. Then, they act foolishly, think wildly, and in the end, they feel bitterly disappointed. Don't people need to learn from experiences? Giselle finished earlier than Nancy. Afterward, she drove back to Jinjiang Residence. Before sleep, she received a call from an 18th-tier celebrity. "Giselle, can you accompany me?" Her voice was very low. They agreed to meet at a quiet bar. When Giselle arrived, the 18th tier celebrity had already been drinking alone and had quite a lot. There were men who saw her drinking alone and eager to flirt, they gathered around her. The 18th tier celebrity was wearing a baseball cap, the brim pushed low. She wasn't very famous, and with the dim lights of the quiet bar, she was barely recognized. When she was flirted with, she tried to push away, but the man intentionally touched her hand to take advantage. This was the scene that Giselle saw when she entered. Quickly stepping forward, she pushed away the man who was taking advantage of the 18th tier celebrity and shielded her. The man was rather cowardly, he slinked off after being pushed away, sensing the situation was not in his favor. 18th-tier celebrity was still holding a glass of wine, complaining, "Giselle, why are you only just arriving now? I'm already drunk." It was indeed rare for Giselle to see the 18th-tier celebrity in such a state, a usually carefree person acting as if something was bothering her. Despite her face wearing a smile, it gave off the impression that she was using alcohol to drown her sorrows. "What's happened to you?" Giselle asked her. "I'm fine," the 18th-tier star said, "I just feel like having a drink." As she spoke, she took another sip from her glass, and then poured one for Giselle. "Drinking alone is kind of dull, join me." Giselle picked up her glass, taking a sip. The 18th-tier celebrity asked her, "Will you be attending the cocktail party the day after tomorrow?" Giselle nodded, and this made the 18th-tier star quite happy, "I'm glad you'll be there, otherwise... otherwise..." She hesitated for a while, and in the end, said nothing more. Giselle found her behavior odd this evening, but the 18th-tier celebrity insisted on her desire to get drunk, so Giselle didn't ask further. The 18th-tier celebrity had a bit too much to drink, becoming restless and talkative. She was acting foolishly, praising Giselle's beauty one minute, complimenting her fashion sense the next, and suddenly, fixed her gaze on the watch around Giselle's wrist. Just as Giselle was about to withdraw her hand, she reached out to grab it, "This watch of yours is quite impressive, let me try it on, see if it suits me." "Ah..." The 18th-tier celebrity, having had a bit much to drink, deftly uncheck the watch strap. Before Giselle could refuse, the strap on her wrist was loose, and in her subconcious reflex to stop it, the 18th-tier celebrity ended up seeing it anyway. It seems that the ugly and thick pink scar on Giselle's wrist frightened 18 Line, sobering her up slightly from the alcohol she had consumed. She pointed at Giselle's wrist, "That... that... there..." Giselle quickly buckled his wristwatch, "You saw it wrong." 18 Line blinked her eyes. Giselle stared at her, saying once again, "You saw it wrong." "..." After a while, 18 Line let out a belch, going along with Giselle's words, "I really must have drunk too much, my eyes are failing me." Yet in a short while, she felt uncomfortable again, and asked Giselle a question, "Does it hurt?" Giselle remained silent for a long time, then nodded, "It hurts!" But it wasn't his wrist that hurt. 18 Line didn't drink any more, she did feel uncomfortable, but seeing Giselle's wounded wrist made her think that her discomfort was nothing to mention.