Chapter 7

The next day in class, I didn’t see Margot; I heard she took a leave.

From the comments, I learned that she went home and cried all night, desperately messaging Wilder.

She said she’d never speak to him again in this lifetime.

He had kissed me, and now he was tainted; she didn’t want him anymore.

She hoped Wilder would never appear before her again.

Wilder never replied.

Margot’s crying kept the whole dorm awake.

The comments said it was because the male lead left my house, stepped into the sewer at my doorstep, and his phone slipped out of his pocket into the water.

When Wilder got a new card and turned on his phone, he saw the latest message.

Margot said she had accepted someone else’s confession and wanted Wilder to regret it for life.

Wilder was so annoyed his head felt like it was going to explode, and then he got a call from the family butler, saying his father, Mr. Shaw, had been sleeping excessively and he must return home.

Meanwhile, Margot was rejecting Wilder while flamboyantly preparing her birthday party, sending invitations to every classmate, including me.

Holding the invitation, I scrolled through the comments, seeing everyone praise Wilder’s father.

They said he was in his forties but looked only in his thirties, and even lying in bed, his casual gaze was “daddy level.”

I didn’t quite understand what “daddy level” meant, so I ignored it and focused on their main point.

Wilder would definitely miss Margot’s birthday party.

So, I didn’t go to her party either, staying home to watch my email.

The Shaw Group was hiring a presidential intern secretary, and I had submitted two resumes but hadn’t heard back.

I researched online for a long time, wondering if I should try for other positions.

As long as I got into the Shaw Group, I could build connections, and after switching jobs, I’d have more choices.

After browsing other positions at the Shaw Group, it was already past midnight, my eyes were sore, and I received a message from Wilder.

“Come out.”

Just two words, and I replied with a question mark.

Remembering he forgot to break up with me when he left that day.

“Clear Bar, take a cab over.”

I was stunned for a moment, then he sent another: “I’ll reimburse you.”

I wondered if something had happened to his father, and the comments revealed that Margot thought Wilder and I were on a date because neither of us attended her party.

She accepted a confession from a senior from the neighboring school and kissed him on the spot; the photos were sent to Wilder, who was already emotionally low.

After leaving the villa, he went to the bar to drown his sorrows.

And now, he was drunk.

The comments speculated he meant to send the message to Margot but accidentally sent it to me.

Until the reimbursement line, the comments were filled with disbelief.

Originally, I didn’t want to go.

Thinking about the Shaw Group part-time job still pending, I changed into a fresh white dress and took a cab over.

Wilder was sprawled at the bar, drunk and incoherent, with a few girls eyeing him for a long time, wanting to take advantage of his drunkenness to take him away, causing the comments to break into a cold sweat.

They urged me desperately.

“Oh my, first time hoping Bronte hurries!”

“If she doesn’t hurry, the male lead will lose his innocence, ahhh, help.”

“Being handsome is dangerous outside, easy to be picked up.”

“It’s over, they’re already helping the male lead out, my male lead!”

I calmly got out of the car, just in time to see Wilder being supported by three girls, leaning against the wall outside waiting for a cab.

The girls giggled, poking Wilder’s abs randomly.

“I’m begging you, Bronte, be a good person, save the male lead, and I’ll never curse you again.”

“The male lead’s father might not make it, he’s already sad, and the female lead is with someone else; if he loses his innocence too, he’ll collapse.”

“I’m begging you, save him, and I’ll apologize.”

“Wishing for Bronte to save the male lead.”

I closed the car door and walked over to them, tapping one girl’s shoulder.

“Excuse me, my boyfriend drank too much, I’m here to pick him up.”

The girls chewed gum and looked back at me, their eyes skeptical.

“Really? We got here first, get in line.”

I forced a smile, “Really.”

Then I raised my hand and pinched Wilder’s face; he winced in pain, struggled to open his eyes, saw me, and impatiently shrugged off the girls, falling towards me, making me step back two steps.

“You girls saw it, he recognized me, and there are cameras here; when he sobers up tomorrow, he can check the footage, I have no reason to lie.”

I emphasized the word “cameras,” and the girls looked displeased, glancing around; there were at least five cameras from different angles at the bar entrance.

They sneered it was boring and left.

I took Wilder to a nearby hotel, using his wallet to pay.

He entered the room and vomited, then started cursing when he was slightly sober.

“Whoever you are, if it weren’t for you, Margot wouldn’t have broken up with me.”

I replied calmly, “When you pursued me, you two were already broken up.”

“That was her being petty.”

“You knew she was being petty, yet you pursued me? Who’s to blame? Me?”

Wilder wiped his mouth, “I didn’t expect you to agree.”

I chuckled, “You’re Wilder, the favored son of heaven, handsome and rich; isn’t agreeing quite normal?”

He got anxious, “But I didn’t ask you to kiss me.”

I bit into a cucumber from the hotel’s platter, “What’s wrong with a kiss when dating?”

Wilder was speechless, mumbling softly.

“Now she’s with someone else.”

“Being together is being together, won’t die without dating.”

I proposed to him, “If you die, what happens to the Shaw Group? How about I go in and help manage it, so it doesn’t fall into others’ hands.”

Wilder’s dazed and pained handsome face grew more pained, “You stole my first kiss and want to steal the Shaw Group too???”

He muttered in a daze, “You wish…”

I slept on the sofa for the night, waking up the next day to Wilder’s shocked and terrified gaze.

He looked at the marks on his neck and chest, his voice trembling.

“Bronte, what did you do to me?”

I looked innocent, suggesting he check the footage himself.

True to his status as a young master, in half an hour, the footage was neatly restored, showing it was those girls last night who kissed and pinched him.

Because Wilder kept resisting, they only managed to kiss his neck and pinch his abs.