Chapter 3

Chapter 3

My relationship with Blaine was my first ever romance. He made me realize that not only was I a coward, but I was also hopelessly in love.

Just the day after he hung up on me, I went to see him again.

This time, I bundled up tightly. In the middle of summer, I wore a hat, sunglasses, a mask, and even a scarf.

Blaine was filming, and I watched him from a distance. Only when he took a break did I send him a message:

"I'm at the set. Can you come out for a moment? I'm waiting at the alley entrance."

He glanced at his phone, then looked in my direction. Our eyes met, and his gaze was dark and unfathomable, carrying an intense allure. My heart skipped a beat involuntarily.

Even though I was bundled up tightly, he still recognized me. He seemed to sigh, then walked over to the director to say something before heading my way.

I quickly moved into the alley, and after a moment, Blaine's cold voice sounded behind me:

"Stop."

I halted and turned to look at him. He slowly furrowed his brows. "What are you doing here?"

I pushed up my sunglasses. "Can you post a clarification on Twitter? Your fans are tearing me apart."

"They're calling me an angelic bitch, two-faced. If this keeps up, it will affect my reputation. I..."

"Aren't you?"

Before I could finish, Blaine cut me off. His slightly icy voice left me stunned. His brows were tightly knit, and his long, cold eyes showed detachment and annoyance.

"We only dated for three months. Is this necessary? I'm filming, and you keep coming to find me. What do you want?"

"When we first got together, didn't you pretend to be pitiful?"

"Don't forget, I'm an award-winning actor. You've never studied acting, and your poor performance was obvious to me."

Listening to his merciless words, I felt my blood run cold, and my heart ached with every beat.

"How can you say that? We were together, after all. I just want you to clear things up. Is that so hard?"

Blaine's eyes turned cold, showing none of the warmth and patience he had when we were together. He looked at me like I was the enemy.

"What's there to clarify? My Twitter is managed by the studio. I can't be bothered to post."

"You should leave. If someone takes a picture, it'll be even harder to explain."

Before I could respond, another voice suddenly called out from behind him:

"Blaine, the director wants you back for the scene!"

Hearing this voice, I shivered and quickly looked over Blaine's shoulder. Seeing who it was, I froze.

The girl's face turned pale when she saw me, and she didn't say another word.

It was my personal assistant, Melody, who had taken leave.