Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute novel Chapter 107

Hearing a "hum" from Filip, Dillon was at a loss. He abruptly sat up straight and turned around at him, "Did you say 'hum'?"

Filip also looked at him and frowned, "Are your ears still working?"

"Fuck."

Dillon reached out his hand and wanted to check Filip's forehead and see if he was having a fever as what he said was ruthless.

But his hand got slapped before he could touch Filip, "Fuck off."

Dillon then took his hand back after this, "Are you okay? Are you sick?"

Filip took a sip of the wine and stared at Dillon like he was a lunatic, "I think you are more like the one who's sick."

Dillon didn't care about it, "It's just, if I said that to you before, you would've cursed me but today you agree with me? When did you become so reasonable?"

Filip didn't feel like talking trash to him so he stood up to leave after finishing the wine in his hand.

Seeing this, Dillon soon finished his wine and left with him, "You just had a drink, you can't drive!"

Filip took a glance at him, "And you?"

"I know I did. I'll leave my car here and have them pick it up tomorrow."

Filip sneered, "And I couldn't think of it?"

Dillon didn't care about his sarcasm as he wondered more about what happened to Filip.

"What's with you today? Asked me that question about Starry and you just left?"

Dillon got more confused, "You never cared about her, what happened to you today?"

Filip got annoyed by his questions, "Shut up!"

After leaving Club Magenta, Filip was standing by the road and waiting for a cab.

Dillon raised his eyebrows and didn't say anything more. But he was thinking and guessing about what was wrong with Filip today in his mind.

He finally figured it out, "Shit. Please don't tell me that you are in love with her."

Perhaps it was the truth so Filip turned around, "So what?"

"Then, you are gonna win her back?"

Dillon was taken aback and he didn't know what to say.

He actually had prepared to be hit by Filip after saying this. But Filip didn't do it and asked him, "Do you know how to go after a woman?"

"…Just give me a second."

Filip took a look at him and then lit a cigarette with his head lowered.

Filip didn't say anything more. Dillon stared at him, touched his own forehead, and pinched his own arm.

He was fine and that pinching hurt.

He didn't have a fever and it wasn't a dream.

Fuck!

How did Filip say those words so calmly?

Wasn't he ashamed?

Realizing that he wasn't dreaming, Dillon looked at Filip with a facetious smile, "You are quite composed. You are about to do something that you would never do before."

Filip turned around at him and blew smoke with his thin lips, "It's my first time having feelings for someone. So I don't really know what to do. You are gonna charge me for this?"

"Well."

Dillon tried really hard to resist the temptation to laugh as Filip was staring at him with that dead serious face, "Of course not."

Filip took another drag on his cigarette and saw there seemed to be a cab driving over from the left side.

He turned around, walked towards the trash can behind him, and stubbed on his cigarette. And then he walked back to hail that cab.

"Did you mean how to go after a woman?"

Dillon tried to change the subject but he just wanted to laugh thinking about what Filip just said.

Filip didn't want to talk to him but Dillon was still talking while trying to hold back the smile, "It's not that hard, actually. You can…"

The cab stopped in front of Filip, he directly opened the car door and got in when Dillon was in mid-sentence.

Dillon automatically wanted to get in but Filip shut the door at the next second.

"Hey! Don't you wanna know how to hit on a woman?"

Filip looked at him, deadpan, "Now, I don't."

"Why?"

"You've got a girlfriend?"

Filip took a look at him with disdain and told the driver to drive to his apartment without saying anything else.

The cab was driving away before Dillon knew it.

Seeing that he was getting farther away from Dillon from the rearview mirror, he pressed his fingers into his temples.

When Filip was feeling relieved after getting rid of Dillon, the driver said, "I see you are not badly looking. You don't know how to hit on women? Lucky for you. I had tons of experiences. Now, let me teach you something."

"…"

Filip had never been this bored as he listened to the driver talking about how to hit on women for about twenty minutes.

In the end, it seemed that the driver didn't want to stop talking and he even thought about driving him home for free and then kept bragging about his love stories at a bar with Filip.

Filip then gave him three hundred bucks from his wallet and walked towards his apartment after saying "Learned a lot. Thanks".

Seeing three hundred in his hand, the driver finally resisted the temptation to call him back.

It was almost what he could earn for one night driving.

Never mind. Money was the one that mattered to him.

Filip went back to his apartment at 9:10 pm.

Those paintings were still there on the table that he put when he left in the afternoon. He sunk into the couch and loosened his tie while thinking that he was out of his mind talking to Dillon about Starry.

What else could Dillon do?

He was good for nothing except for laughing.

Dillon did laugh back home. Izabella was working late today and she happened to see Dillon when he got off the cab.

Dillon was on the phone with Freddie. Izabella saw his smile and frowned, "Dillon, why are you smiling? You won a lottery?"

"A lottery wouldn't make me laugh like this! I'm telling you, karma is real!"

Izabella got intrigued, "What karma? Who had the karma?"

Dillon hummed triumphantly, "Who else? Filip!"

"What happened to him?"

Izabella pressed her lips, "I thought he was fine. They just made a huge project!"

Dillon was about to tell Izabella but then he thought about her relationship with Starry so he bit his tongue, "Never mind. Oh, and what happened to Starry and that Hamish?"

Izabella shook her hand, "Forget it. There's nothing between them."

"What a bummer."

Izabella thought her brother was insane, "Dillon, are you okay?"

"I'm fine!"

But there was something wrong with Filip.