Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute

Seem Different

In mid-March, Starry could finally take off the splint on her legs and lose the crutch, but couldn't stand

or move very much yet.

The case of last year's car crash would go to trial in about April, but the Richards still couldn't find

Starry.

Izabella expected Starry to go back to Araria in April, but she told her that there was no need to hurry.

In fact, Starry had been living in her hometown for over two months.

Izabella had a grim sense of foreboding. "Starry, are you not coming back ever?"

Starry froze a second. "Why would you think that? That's impossible."

Why wouldn't she come back?

Izabella relieved a little as she heard the answer. "Are you working on a new book?"

"Yes, I have just started it."

"Well, then it's good for you to live there. It's a quiet small town."

Izabella found an excuse for Starry, who licked her lips and changed the subject, "How did your date go

in new year?"

Izabella was already twenty-eight years old. Although her parents didn't need her to marry an business

ally, it bothered them so much that she had been single for so long, so they arranged a couple of dated

for her during the new year holiday.

Izabella was fumed about the topic. "Don't even mention it. Those people look older than Filip. I don't

like them!"

They all look like a copy of Filip, boring Izebella to death.

She found it exhausting to even talk to them, let alone date them.

She wasn't as patient as Starry!

Starry smiled. "To be objective, Filip was an eligible man. Many it girls in Araria City die to become Mrs.

Pearson."

"I don't care what they like. I'm not interested."

Izabella sniffed and said, "Starry, what about I come visit you?"

Starry paused and said, "Don't you have two important interviews coming recently?"

"Oh, yeah, then when will you come back? I miss that pastry you make so much!"

Starry looked out of the window and at the sky. "April, I guess."

With the holiday coming, she should really go back there.

Izabella counted her fingers. "Twelve days to go!"

"Yeah."

Izabella ended the conversation, worried that she was disturbing her.

After hanging up the phone, Starry walked to the balcony.

It had been dark and raining for five days in a row, leaving the clothes all wet.

As her mind wandered, there came knocks on the door, which was Grandma Dolores inviting her over

for dinner.

Starry stopped the thoughts, went inside, closed the window and left for dinner.

Wyatt came by unexpectedly on March 25.

By the time he came, Starry had been sitting before the computer for over two hours.

The stuffy cloudy days left the room dim. She didn't turn on the light. The phone screen was beaming

noticeably.

Starry glimpsed at the phone, which showed a message from Wyatt.

"Are you busy?"

"Yes."

She stared at the monotonous word "Yes" on the screen and then thought for a while before texting

"My brain is striking."

"How would you like about cup of coffee?"

A string of knocks followed the message.

Starry froze for a second before she realized what's happening. She rose up to open the door with a

smile on her face.

Wyatt was standing right at the door.

The city wasn't cold in March, and it had got warmer lately.

Wyatt was dressed in light clothes, with a white lettered T-shirt covered in a tea green long-sleeved

shirt, almond suit pants with good drape, and a pair of white casual leather shoes.

He showed up with a refreshing aura.

Starry rarely saw him dressed like that. "Mr. Math--"

Before she finished the name, Wyatt raised his eyebrow and interrupted her, "I thought you'd want to

call me something else."

Embarrassed, Starry chuckled, "You look like young today, Wyatt."

Wyatt looked down and asked, "In a bad way?"

She shook her head. "In a good way."

Of course she meant it in a good way, because Wyatt had a pretty face and long legs, which made him

look good in everything.

It's just that light colors made him look refreshing.

Starry was afraid of coldness, so she wore an off-white baggy sweater, a black knitted dress and

stockings.

"How are your legs?"

"They feel good."

She pointed at the dessert carried in his hand. "For the afternoon tea?"

Wyatt pointed inside the house. Starry invited him to go inside and walked into the it.

Her table was in a mess with brushes, drawing papers and some drafts.

The table was so occupied that there was no room for Wyatt's dessert.

Starry grabbed a basket nearby and swept everything on the table into the it.

Wyatt watched her and lifted his eyebrow. "You look like you are throwing all these things out."

Starry cleaned up the table. "I have been very busy with a new book lately. I don't clean up much."

"Tell me about it."

There was a vase of little roses on the corner of the TV stand, brightening the lounge.

She had no time to clean up but had time to get herself flowers.

He turned his eyesight back from the flowers and put his things on the table. "I don't know what favor

you like for milk tea, so I bought the original."

"Thanks."

Starry took over the drink, which was still hot.

She lowered her head and took a sip. It tasted very sweet but delightful.

"When will you publish your new book? In April?"

Starry shook her head. "It's only tens of thousands of words."

Wyatt opened the package of the Mille Crepe. "How much longer are you gonna stay here?"

"I will leave before the holiday."

Wyatt looked at her and asked, "Do you enjoy living here?"

"What?"

Starry looked up at him and said, "Don't you?"

Wyatt smiled. "I do."

It's raining again. Starry tilted her head and looked out of the window. "It would be nicer if it rained a

little less."

"It does seem to make any difference to you whether it rains or not."

"My clothes won't dry."

Starry looked down to pick the cake.

Wyatt, who didn't drink the milk tea in his hand, was staring at her.

Starry looked like totally different person here than she had been in Araria City.

Noticing the stare, Starry twitched her eyebrow and asked, "Are you staring at me?"

Wyatt laughed as he heard that question. "When you asked me that question, were you expecting me

to say yes or no?" This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Starry landed on the Mango flavor. "I remember there is a saying in psychology that if one keeps their

eyes on a person of the opposite sex, that means they are attracted to the other."

As she said it, she lifted the corner of her mouth. "Are you attracted to me?"

Wyatt couldn't tell whether Starry really didn't know or was just pretending she didn't.

But he wasn't going to confront her, so he went along and said, "I just feel different when I am around

you here."