“Ria, my sister has someone she loves dearly, can you marry Lucas on behalf of my sister?”
At that moment, Aria’s heart skipped a beat, hiling her selfishness and reluctantly agreeing to
Nora lett the country overnight and she wore a wedding dress to marry Locas.
of ‘lovers‘
For some reason, everyone said that she forced Nora to leave and broke up this couple of
After that, Lucas began to hate her.
Memories resurfaced as tears welled up in Aria’s eyes, talling drop by drop onto the screen of her phone. Meanwhile, the virtual Lucas seemed to emit mechanical sounds as if he had some kind of perception.
“Baby, did you cry?
Aria lowered her gaze, her eyes once again falling on Good Boy Luke, unable to hold back the tears welling up in her eyes.
Good Boy Luke used to be her emotional support for Lucas.
At this very moment, she suddenly understood, it was also her obsession.
Aria regained her composure and placed her finger on the button to erase the memory.
“Good Boy Luke.” Erased memories.
Before tour words could be spoken, a familiar soft chuckle was heard at the door.
“Aria, are you so desperate for love that you even need to have a substitute of me in your phone?”
Chapter 3
Aria turned around and met Lucas‘ cold gaze. She opened her mouth to explain, but her phone emitted the gentle voice of Good Boy Luke once again.
“Baby, why weren’t you speaking? Don’t you want me as your husband anymore?”
One sentence, as it pronouncing pulton Aria
Lucas’s face darkened like ink as he strode forward and turned off her
er phone.
“Aria, stop playing these self–directed dramas. Since you drove Nora inway, there is only mutual torment left between you and me.”
The cold moonlight enveloped Aria, making her feel lonely and desolate,
Lucas walked for a long time, and the four words “mutually torment” containing hatred still lingered in her mind.
It took a while for her to come to her senses. She opened her phone and pressed the delete button for Good Boy Lake
As the progress bar moved forward little by little, the virtual “Lucas” completely disappeared.
Aria’s heart seemed to empty for a moment, but a relieved smile curved at the corner of her mouth.
An obsession, all in vain.
Ten o’clock at night.
Aria was about to turn off the lights and rest when her phone vibrated. It was a call from Director Reid.
She answered the call, and on the other end, Director Reid’s voice came through, unable to hide his excitement.
“Serith, your debut novel ‘The Pale Summit‘ has caught the attention of investors who are interested in adapting it into a short drama. When are you available to discuss the details?”
