Rachel's tears streamed down her face as she felt a great pain inside her heart.
Lilia blinked sourly, stepped forward and gently hugged her shoulder.
She didn't say a word, she could only provide comfort in silence.
It seemed there was nothing she could say.
Rachel had fallen so deep that no warning or reminder could change her at all.
The person who has ever loved best understands all the effects these kinds of feelings can bring.
After Rachel calmed down, she lowered her head with red eyes and laughed at herself in a thick, guttural voice. "Lilia, do you think I'm a stupid woman?"
"Not!"
Rachel instantly looked up to her, a new look flashed through her bloodshot eyes.
She sucked her nose and choked for a moment. "I know you care for me. When I talked to you just now, I really couldn't bear to keep lying. Lilia, I like him, and you are the first to know, please don't tell anyone, okay? I get along with him, so if you can keep it a secret, I'll be very happy."
Rachel showed seriousness and persistence until she saw Lilia nod slowly before showing her smile again.
It's different, everything is different.
Lilia was well aware that Rachel wasn't going to listen to her advice.
She pounced on Alan with all her heart, and personally weaved a web of love for herself and became drunk alone.
After that, Lilia and Rachel walked on their way back into the room. Lilia stared at Rachel's affectionate gaze, as if there was a cool breeze blowing in her heart.
She thought that Alan wouldn't understand Rachel's affection for him.
Men's eyes are very sharp, and if they can't see how much a woman loves them, then everything about him is just plain fake.
After returning to the room, the change on her face was easily caught by her husband even though Lilia had deliberately covered up her expression.
She walked over to an unoccupied sofa and sat down with her still blank gaze.
Suddenly, warm heat fell over her head.
She lifted her eyes and looked into the man's worried eyes, pursed her lips and smiled.
"Why are you sitting here alone?" The man sat beside her with his arms on her back.
His presence calmed her, at least for now.
Lilia shifted her gaze and looked around. She saw that Tom and the others were still chatting, and she quietly approached the man. "Do you think Rachel and Alan get along?"
The man's eyes were joking, but he spoke bluntly. "Hmm.... Alan has a lot of important people around him and your friend can't even look him in the eye."
Lilia was stunned, but her eyes happened to see Rachel who was sitting next to Alan. The woman smiled and shyly gave him a piece of fruit.
Alan looked at her with a smile and took the fruit.
There seems to be some ambiguity between the two.
Lilia lightly slapped her forehead and sighed. "It will be difficult."
Jean shared the same opinion.
Alan and Rachel literally came from different worlds.
She knew exactly what their relationship might come into.
Lilia couldn't help but regret it. If the news of her family's bankruptcy had been revealed to Rachel earlier, would things still turn out like this?
Even though Alan wasn't a bad person, he was definitely not meant to be anyone's lover.
At this time, the man also noticed Rachel when she gave Alan another slice of fruit.
His thin lips were slightly sideways, his eyes were filled with a sharp gaze, and his expression was cold and indifferent. "Your friend isn't smart enough!"
"What do you say?" Lilia asked with a frown.
Right now, everyone in the room was still chatting with each other.
Lilia looked away from Rachel, turned her head and ran into the man's bright eyes, waiting for him to answer.
Seeing this, Jean leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "If she was smart enough, she wouldn't think that her careful thoughts were well hidden. And if she was smart enough, she wouldn't fail to see that Alan was taking advantage of her."
Lilia smiled. "Can you see that too?"
She saw that the man raised his eyebrows a little— she understood what he meant.
Tom ran over to remind her beforehand that maybe he saw something was wrong.
What's more, how could anyone else in this room fail to understand it?
It wasn't that hard to notice that a woman was head over heels for a man whose smile couldn't even last 2 seconds.
Lilia sighed and looked down, saying, "Since it's her choice, there is no point in saying more."
"I know ..."
...
Twenty minutes later, the dish was ready and everyone moved to sit at the round table.
Lilia was next to Jean, while Alex was sitting on her right.
Seeing him, Lilia rolled her eyes and asked a little to the side. "A special departure date for Paris Fashion Week?"
In the afternoon, she and Harold talked about arranging her departure. She got permission from her husband so now she just needed to ask Alex about when they should leave.
At that moment, Alex turned his head to look at her as usual, his silver-rimmed glasses made him graceful and handsome.
He smiled, then glanced at the man sitting next to Lilia as he opened up apologetically. "Sorry, I forgot to tell you, the Van brand is not planning to participate in the Paris Fashion Week, so..."
Lilia was surprised. "Huh? Why?"
She was surprised not that she couldn't go to the catwalk, but for three consecutive years, the Van brand was never absent from the four major international fashion weeks.
Alex then explained, "This year's design has never found inspiration. I have prepared dozens of models for the exhibition, but failed to achieve the expected results. So, with a heavy heart, I have to withdraw from this fashion week. Lilia, you are the ambassador for the Van brand. I planned to gather press and announce that I'm taking you to the fashion week, but since I'm not doing well, I hope you can forgive me."
Lilia was a little disappointed, but she still said in an admiring tone, "It's okay, don't mind it. It won't be good if you keep blaming yourself. Your design is unique in the eyes of international customers. So even if I don't participate this time, I still have a chance in the future. I hope the Van brand can shine at another fashion week!"
"Okay, let's put your good words into action!" Alex nodded and thanked her.
After this explanation, Lilia took out her cellphone with a slight feeling of disappointment. She messaged Harold before eating.
Lilia: There's no need to prepare for Fashion Week.
Harold replied in a few seconds.
Harold: I heard that the Van brand withdrew from the show.
Lilia: How did you know?
Harold: Paris Fashion Week has just released a brand participating in the show, and Van wasn't in the list.
Lilia looked at the text on the screen and was silent.
She got Jean's approval this afternoon, but the brand didn't participate in the first place.
Hmm... looks like a bit of a coincidence!
Is it God's will? Or….?
Lilia looked at Jean in confusion. Did he already know it would turn out like this?
The bright light in her eyes flashed. When she saw the side of the man's face, her thoughts fluctuated.
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