63: Key Card

Fenella’s POV "Why was your face gloomy?" Jessy asked. "It's nothing," I replied. "This morning, you signed a contract as Gene's main model. You got Oscar de Ragetti as your first client for the entire fashion brand and his clubs. Just an hour ago, you secured a second client for a cosmetics collaboration," he asked quickly. "What else is bothering you?" he asked irritably. I just shook my head and hugged my knees to my chest. It was already 8 p.m. tonight, but Laird had only responded to my messages briefly, seeming reluctant to communicate with me again. Slowly, my tears started to flow, and I could only bury my face in my knees. Seeing my tears, Jessy immediately sat beside me on the couch. He put his arm around my shoulder and rubbed my back, which jerked with each sob. "What's really going on? Tell me," Jessy coaxed softly. After holding it in all day, I couldn't contain my sadness anymore. I let my tears flow after waiting so long for a message from Laird. Now, I felt thankful to