Chapter 4
The reality show filming was scheduled for weekends, with the producers calling it a “weekend couple” experience.
During the weekdays, I brushed myself off and returned to my old racing agency, wanting to get
back to my work as a manager.
“Caspian and Vivienne are divorced,” my former boss told me.
“He’s finally free from his ten–year contract with Vivienne’s father’s company. He’s restructuring his
studio, and I recommended you to him.”
I went to the lounge beside the private racetrack, following the address my old boss had given me,
and met Caspian.
His profile was backlit, making his features sharp and defined, radiating a mature charm. He
definitely had a face made for the big screen.
Just like on camera, he was still distant and aloof, giving off an unapproachable vibe. I waited outside the lounge for a long time, until his assistant came out, apologizing, “So sorry, Daisy, looks
like Caspian’s not going to be able to squeeze you in today.”
On the drive home, my car broke down in the middle of nowhere. It was just past eleven at night, and it was raining.
I stood by the side of the road under an umbrella, waiting for a tow truck. Cars kept passing by like
ghostly shadows in the night, and none of them offered to help.
Just as I was starting to lose hope, a black SUV stopped in front of me. The window rolled down, and Caspian’s assistant leaned out, “Daisy, why don’t you get in?”
Caspian was in the back seat wearing a baseball cap, hiding most of his face, seemingly asleep. His breathing was shallow, and his long legs were slightly cramped, as though the car was a little too
small for him.
The car was cluttered, and there were two racing team jackets. There was a subtle scent of pine in the air, the same scent I’d noticed when he touched my hand that day.
“Daisy, I’m going to grab a bottle of water from the gas station ahead, do you want one?” the assistant asked quietly.
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“Just call me Daisy, and I’ll go with you,” I said.
“Oh,” he waved me off, getting out of the car. “I’ll just be a sec.”
The door closed, leaving me and Caspian alone in the car.
No one else, and no cameras.
The car headlights flickered weakly, casting a dim light inside. Even with the row of seats between us, I could feel the warmth of his breath, close as if it was in my ear.
I stared at the convenience store across the way with its blue neon lights. The assistant was browsing the shelves.
I suddenly remembered that time we were shopping when I saw a huge ad for Vivienne, and I’d said to Jax, “She’s really beautiful.”
He hadn’t reacted much, just saying casually, “She’s alright, I guess.‘
I didn’t know what that “alright” meant. Later I found out that Vivienne was his first love, someone he never got over, even after they split up during his career slump.
But back then, he’d just brushed it off, changing the subject. “Sweetheart, you never dated anyone before me, right?” he’d asked.
I’d answered, “No.”
At least, that’s what I said to the world, and to Jax.
Just then, a light pressure against my calf. His leg, stretching from the backseat, nudged me again, a deliberate, teasing rhythm. It wasn’t accidental, it was a playful, almost taunting touch.
I shifted my leg, moving it out of his reach, my body tense. I didn’t acknowledge him, didn’t turn, kept my gaze fixed ahead, pretending to ignore the jolt of awareness that shot through me.
“Daisy,” he murmured, his voice rough–edged, as though he’d just woken. It held a hint of defiance, an almost carefree challenge. “Long time no see.”
Why, after all these years, did he still say my name like that?
It pulled me back into that small, damp apartment, each time succumbing to the tide of his gentle yet overwhelming invasion…
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