Chapter 10
639 Words
Two days later, I called Orlin again.
I said, "Mr. Hill, this is Leila. I need your help."
He agreed without even asking what the favor was.
I asked him to help me move.
The house was newly rented in the city center. Most of the furniture was usable, and I had just bought a wardrobe. When Orlin arrived, I was assembling the wardrobe, sweating profusely. I opened the door for him while holding a hammer.
He took the hammer from me: "Leave this to me."
I didn't stand on ceremony: "Thank you."
He focused on assembling the wardrobe while I sat aside, smiling at him.
He seemed a bit embarrassed being watched by me.
I poured him some iced lemonade, and he, evidently very thirsty, drank more than half a glass in one gulp.
My smile grew wider.
After a busy afternoon, we finally finished. I pulled Orlin's arm and invited him to dinner.
He gladly accepted.
So, we went to a Spanish restaurant and ordered paella and beer.
Orlin seemed a bit surprised, having never been to such a restaurant, but he said nothing.
I smiled and said, "Don't mind, all my money went to rent. I can only afford this."
He shook his head, gazing at me with his green eyes, and told me it was fine.
We chatted casually over dinner, creating a very relaxed atmosphere.
My cheeks turned red, and I felt a bit drunk.
I asked Orlin, "Is it because I'm not good enough? Why does Charlie treat me this way?"
Orlin, also slightly drunk, responded, "You are great. You are a beautiful and excellent lady. Charlie is a jerk."
I laughed loudly, "Yes, Charlie is indeed a jerk. Cheers!"
Orlin and I clinked our glasses and drank up.
I said, "From today, I'm starting a new life. I'm so happy."
But Orlin looked worried, "You're free, but what about Abigail? Her mind is full of Charlie."
I couldn't help but laugh, "Perhaps that's true love."
Orlin angrily cursed, "To hell with true love. Abigail once wanted to take Charlie to Paris to give him better opportunities, but Charlie was too proud to go. He even threatened to break up if she went. Abigail cried like crazy after coming home."
This was very interesting; I had never heard this before.
I asked, "Wasn't it Abigail who initiated the breakup? Everyone said your father forced them to break up."
Orlin responded, "My father indeed hate Charlie but didn't force them apart. Abigail's move to Paris was long planned. She couldn't abandon her life plans just for a relationship."
I completely agreed with this view.
I analyzed seriously: Perhaps Charlie initiated the breakup initially due to insecurity. Now he's the CEO of WT Group and feels confident enough to reconnect with Abigail.
Orlin sneered and said: So what if he's a CEO? Hill family is wealthy, and my sister doesn't care what he is.
Indeed, compared to WT Group, Hill is far superior.
I said: Power, status, and money might not matter to women, but they certainly matter to men.
Orlin said: They don't matter to me.
I chuckled: You don't care because you have everything.
He smiled bitterly and clinked glasses with me.
We drank until midnight, enjoying ourselves immensely.
Orlin drove me home, and we said goodbye at the apartment door.
I asked: If I run into trouble, can I still ask for your help?
He looked at me intently: Of course.
I smiled at him: Goodnight, Orlin.
But Orlin didn't leave.
The moonlight was so beautiful, and his eyes shone like fallen stars.
He called me: Leila, when we first met, how did you know my phone numbers and who I am?
I smiled at him: I saw your art exhibition in Brussels.
He was stunned. I turned and closed the door.
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