My Obsession Broke Me Until My Other Self Took Over

Chapter 2 Midnight Errand

Adrian's call woke me up. When I checked my phone, it was already midnight.

Laughter echoed through the line. Female voices mixed with shouting and teasing, the background loud and chaotic.

"Bring a bouquet and a cake," Adrian said.

Thunder rumbled outside, and rain lashed against the windows, growing heavier by the second.

"Right now?" I asked.

"Right now," he replied. "Immediately."

I hesitated.

"You don't want to?" His tone turned cold at once.

"What kind of flowers? What kind of cake?" I asked quickly. "Any preferences? If not, I'll choose something myself. It might take a little longer at this hour, so you'll have to wait."

Before the call ended, someone beside him laughed. "Adrian, your assistant really does whatever you say. I thought people were exaggerating."

Adrian sounded almost amused. "She's always been like this. Four years and counting."

A woman's voice chimed in. "That devoted? I'd love to see how she manages to get flowers and a cake at this hour."

She was right. It was midnight. Every florist and bakery was closed.

I made several calls before I finally found one place willing to help, and even then, only after I offered several times the normal price. By the time I reached the private room, I was soaked.

The moment I pushed the door open, I saw Adrian seated at the center. A woman I had never met before sat beside him. His arm rested casually around her waist. The intimacy between them was obvious.

My chest tightened, but I had no right to say anything. I held the bouquet in one hand and the cake in the other. Rainwater dripped from my hair, sliding down my face.

Adrian nodded toward the woman. "Take it."

She glanced at me, then pouted slightly. "It's all wet. How am I supposed to hold that? And she's dripping all over it. Who knows if the cake is even clean."

My face was still swollen from the beating earlier that day, so I kept my head lowered.

As she spoke, she walked over, opened the box, and smiled. "It actually looks pretty good," she said. The next second, she flipped the cake straight onto my head.

I froze. Then I looked up. The room erupted into laughter the moment they saw my face.

"What the hell, Adrian?" one man said. "What kind of assistant is this? She looks like a pig. You can still stand looking at her? I'd lose my appetite."

"Exactly," another added. "You said she was your obedient little follower. If mine looked like that, I'd have kicked her out long ago."

Something in those words seemed to strike Adrian. His expression darkened. Without warning, he grabbed the bouquet from my hand and hurled it at my head.

The thorns scratched against my scalp. Pain shot through me as warm blood began to seep out.

"I already transferred you money for treatment," Adrian snapped. "Why are you showing up looking like this?"

"You said you like me," he continued coldly. "Do you think anyone could like a face like that? Not throwing up would already be generous. I don't even know why I called you here. You can't handle a simple task, and you look disgusting."

Each word cut deeper than the last. My eyes filled with tears, but I forced a smile.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Vale," I said softly. "I made a fool of myself in front of everyone."

I turned and walked out. The laughter followed me all the way to the door.

I held back my tears and tried to comfort myself. He needed to keep his image in front of his friends. Of course he had to act that way. I just had to cooperate. That way, he wouldn't lose face.

Besides, he had been good to me before. He had even transferred me that money yesterday. That had to mean something.