That night, Gwenda was muddleheaded. She didn't even know when Olivier had brought her home. Upon arriving, she buried herself under the covers, trying to sleep. But when she closed her eyes, the image of Olivier kissing her that afternoon filled her mind.
Gwenda curled into a ball and silently screamed. "That damned Olivier! Cunning bastard! He tricked me again!" she fumed.
The next day, as the sun brightened the sky, Gwenda woke with difficulty and went to wash up for work. However, as she reached the first floor, an inconspicuous black car pulled up. The window rolled down, revealing a handsome face.
Gwenda froze. "You Why are you here?"
"Since I'm courting you, I should court you properly, shouldn't I? So, I'm here to drive you to work."
Olivier leaned over and sincerely opened the car door. Gazing at the man who had kept her awake, Gwenda glared. "I have my own car. You don't need to."
"Are you sure?"
Olivier unbuckled his seatbelt, as if about to get out. Gwenda's eye twitched. "I"
"Get in."
Olivier's tone brooked no argument. Gwenda hesitated.
"Or I can carry you."
Olivier raised an eyebrow, his tone serious. Gwenda inhaled sharply and got into the car.
Olivier smiled and took a paper bag from the back seat. "Breakfast."
Gwenda stared at the logo. "How did you know I like this restaurant?"
"I guessed," Olivier replied, raising an eyebrow again.
Gwenda eyed him suspiciously, accepting the bag. "I'm going to be late. Please drive."
They soon arrived at the studio. Unfastening her seatbelt, Gwenda said, "Thanks. But you don't have to do this again."
"I know you're independent, but you don't have to be with me." Olivier gently ruffled her hair, gazing at her steadily. "I just want to spoil you."
Gwenda's heart stuttered.
Blinking, Gwenda opened the car door. "I'll go now."
Her face burning, she fled. Olivier chuckled, started the car, and drove away.
Gwenda was stunned by Olivier's teasing. She only recovered after two large cups of black coffee.
Near noon, Gwenda was about to call colleagues to lunch when Hattie entered. "Gwenda, bad news"
Frantically, Hattie continued, "The production team of 'The Best Singer' called. They don't need Cecilia for the interview anymore."
"But how? What happened?" Gwenda leapt up.
"They said they found a better candidate," Hattie said.
"A better candidate?" Gwenda frowned.
Hattie nodded. "Judging by their tone, he's more famous."
Gwenda was speechless. This didn't happen in my last life! Is this change because I've deviated from the original timeline? "Gwenda, what do we do? Do we tell Cecilia?"
"No need," Gwenda said, bracing herself against her desk. "Find out who it is first."
Hattie left and returned ten minutes later. "Gwenda, it's Ian Russell from KG Entertainment."
"Ian Russell?!" Gwenda's eyebrows shot up. Ian was KG Entertainment's only popular artist, considered extremely important. Gwenda recalled that Ian never appeared on 'The Best Singer' in her last life. He'd been banned after an incident and disappeared. What incident was it?
"Gwenda, what do we do now?" Hattie asked anxiously.
"What's today's date?" Gwenda asked.
Hattie was stunned. "It's April 7th."
"April 7th," Gwenda mused, her eyes lighting up. "What a coincidence! It's today!"
"What's coincidental?"
"Don't ask. Call Laurinda. We're getting a great scoop!"
Gwenda began to prepare. Hattie, confused, called Laurinda, who worked at a magazine.
They met on the studio's first floor. Laurinda hugged Gwenda. "Gwenda! Another exclusive interview with Cecilia?"
Laurinda and Gwenda were from the same university, but had only known each other a few days. Gwenda had previously noticed Laurinda taking pictures of Cecilia. They'd bonded and Gwenda needed help promoting Cecilia. All Cecilia's news was reported by Laurinda.
"Not Cecilia today."
"Oh? Why did you find me?"
"You'll know when we get there."