Runaway Groom (Groom Series Book 1) (English Translation)

Chapter 13

Dedicated to sweetbunnygirl93

Chapter 13: Game

Even if it was against my will, I couldn't do anything. I had two options. Either I get sued for not doing what was expected of me, or I could just swallow my pride right at this moment and pretend that this is nothing. I chose the latter.

But I thought about what Hughie would feel if he finds out about this. Shit. I really want to just walk out of here and just let them sue me. I'm sure he'll find out about this eventually because he makes sure that he sees all my projects so that he can support me. He keeps track of everything I do.

The last thing I want to do is to hurt him.

But I'm sure Hughie will understand. I just hope he does. I'm sorry about this, Hughie. When I arrive at our condo later, I will make sure to let him know immediately.

I maintained a serious face as I went on top of Mew. He had the same expression.

"Wow! The chemistry!" the amazement in the director's voice filled the room as the photographer started clicking his camera. It was annoying to my ear.

Here we go again about chemistry. What are they talking about?

I suddenly remembered what happened at the bar last night. That conversation was so intense that even after I walked out, my knees were still trembling. And because of his serious face with a hint of anger and pain right now, I am beginning to feel it again.

I don't understand where his anger is coming from. I am supposed to be the one who's angry. What is he doing here and why is he messing with my life?

Flashbacks of my painful past came rushing in. Here they are again. The pain. It's just too much.

I decided to stop thinking about those things and tried to compose myself. This is not the time to be emotional, Gulf.

"Guys, try to connect with each other. This is for a billboard. The chemistry is there but I see no connection at all," the director complained.

I eyed Mew, trying to establish some 'connection' that the director was asking. He did the same.

His eyes were deep. They were mesmerizing. If his eyes are not the most expressive pair, then I don't know who's eyes are.

But no matter how beautiful they are, I still don't like the idea that the person I would not want to be with right now is below me. That is why I am not certain if I am really doing my job well. I'm lucky the director and photographer have not reprimanded me yet about my expression. Maybe it's not that obvious.

"We really need to talk, Gulf," Mew said out of the blue.

I arched an eyebrow because I did not like what I heard.

I must admit, he really has become more handsome because I would be a hypocrite if I wouldn't say so. His sex appeal is no doubt shaking my confidence. And with our faces close to each other, no matter how much I don't want to look at him, I have no choice. I have to maintain eye contact to maintain the connection and please everyone.

They continued clicking for photos.

I did not answer him. Like I have said before, we have nothing to talk about.

The photographer asked us to smile this time and we immediately followed what he wanted. But our smiles were fake. We both knew about it.

His brown eyes are indeed very expressive. While I'm on top of him as we look at each other's faces, the photographer continued taking photos.

His lips. They caught my attention. I have never wanted to kiss someone so bad. When I arrived here earlier, I did not really notice the swelling of his lips, but now that we are inches away from kissing, I can clearly see them. But still, his lips are kissable.