Chapter 5 Cruel words of Athelstan

"Can I ask you something?" Athelstan sat up, so Fiona rested on his chest. "Why do you hate Lucasta so much?" Athelstan had hoped for an answer that Fiona was jealous, which proved that Fiona loved him.

Fiona thought for a moment and then spoke. "Because she is so obnoxious, she always pretends to be gentle and pitiful to get everyone's pity. I don't like fake people like that. And most of all, she dared to steal my man, how could I not hate her?"

And that was the answer Athelstan wanted to hear; he hugged Fiona tightly as if afraid she would disappear. "I only love you, everyone else is nothing to me."

Fiona burst into laughter. "Even Lucasta?"

"Not worth mentioning." Athelstan smiled and kissed Fiona on the nose lovingly.

Lucasta bit her lip until it bled; she painfully touched the swelling on her face. Her heart was breaking into pieces when she heard Athelstan's callous words. Was her sincere love for him for two years so pitiful?

Even though Lucasta was suffering, Fiona was highly content and happy. The white, well-manicured hand caressed Athelstan's bare chest, making him feel hot again, and pinned Fiona down on the bed, kissing passionately.

Seeing that Lucasta's heart was completely numb by this point, her eyes became so painful and dry that she couldn't shed any more tears.

While Lucasta was absorbed in her thoughts, Athelstan's phone suddenly rang, breaking his continuance. Athelstan didn't even want to answer the phone at first, but because Fiona was annoyed by the noise, Athelstan was forced to answer or hang up. He originally wanted to turn it off, but when he saw the caller's name, his face was pale, and he seriously picked up the phone. "I'm listening, Grandpa."

"Come back here urgently, we have something to discuss, this is related to the ORR project." Grandpa Athelstan said coldly.

"Yes, I'll be right back," Athelstan said nervously; after turning off the phone, he hugged Fiona and buried his face in her neck. "Sorry, I need to go back now."

"It is obnoxious." Fiona glared at him.

"Next time I'll make it up to you, darling." Athelstan kissed Fiona regretfully on the forehead.

Lucasta was so stressed thinking that Athelstan would go to the closet to get clothes. However, there was something urgent that he didn't even change into new clothes. Athelstan picked up his clothes from the floor, quickly put them on, and rushed out the door without turning back once.

After Athelstan left, Fiona didn't stay long either. She put her clothes back on, put on makeup, and then went out. One thing caught Fiona's attention; she glanced at the cake on the table, not knowing what it did to her anger that she mercilessly tossed it in the trash.

Fiona pursed her lips as she looked towards the wardrobe, her lips slowly blurting out. "Good drama is still behind."

Waiting for Fiona to leave, Lucasta blankly opened the closet door and stepped out. Looking at the inert ice cream cake lying in the trash, her heart ached.

When Lucasta went out, she accidentally ran into Sherwin. He had no idea what happened and approached Lucasta to ask. "Was he surprised?"

"It was quite a surprise." Lucasta lowered her head to hide her pitiful bloodshot eyes.

Maybe other people who heard her talk about today's story would call her weak and stupid, but Lucasta really didn't know what to do in that situation. She admitted that she was scared to face Athelstan's cold eyes and that maybe she would be ridiculed and laughed at.

"That's great, if it weren't for the unexpected, surely the two of you could be happier." Sherwin looked at his watch and said hastily. "I'll go get Athelstan's stuff and then I'll go to the airport to meet him."

Lucasta nodded and staggered out of the hotel.

When she returned home, she found the door unlocked; it was easy to guess her mother was there.

Clara has always maintained her ladylike demeanor; today, she wears an elegant white dress that reaches to her ankles, her hair pulled up in a high bun to reveal her white neck. Just by looking at it, very few people can guess that her actual age is over 50.

"Back already?" Clara heard the door open.

"Yes," Lucasta asked in a whisper. "Did you find something wrong with me?"

"I have run out of living expenses." Clara pointed to some of the dresses in the magazine. "I need money to buy them so I can go on a trip with friends next month."

"But I don't have too much money." Lucasta went inside and took all the money she had accumulated and gave it to Clara. "This is my remaining money, I have not received any remuneration in the new movie."

Clara looked at the small amount of money displayed on the card and frowned, remembering many years ago, when Nolan was alive, she never had to think about money. "I told you to make a lot of money as a photo model, and quickly, why don't you listen and just stick to being an actress? Do you have any famous movies? Your scenes that don't have to be flashed in the background are all pitifully cut."

Lucasta did not respond, and acting is the dream that she is pursuing in this life. She clearly remembers the feeling that year she stood on the podium to receive the award for the best new actor with the audience's cheers and good wishes. Lucasta's start is better than many of her classmates; Lucasta has awards, beauty, and talent. But over the years, her strength has never been recognized; she has played a lot of anonymous and unremembered supporting roles. This was the first time she had had a good role, but when she thought of Fiona and Athelstan, her heart ached.

"I will introduce you to a famous director, what do you think?" Clara asked her daughter like she was talking to a stranger.

"No need, Mom, I'll try to prove my strength," Lucasta said because she understood what Clara's acquaintance meant. In the entertainment industry, there are also implicit rules of its own; if a young actor just starting out in the industry wants to quickly become famous, she must accept being the mistress of big bosses to be supported.