Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute novel Chapter 117

It was still snowing outside, so snowflakes kept falling on him on his way towards his car.

He had been in Starry's villa for almost one hour, so, although the wind could not get into his car, the temperature inside it had already been as low as outside.

He felt freezingly cold on his chest as if there was an ice cube in it. Looking over his shoulder at the villa, he could see nothing but only the gate.

It seemed that Starry had lost the last percentage of love for him.

Then, how about Hamish?

Filip did not dare to explore the story any further since he was afraid that he would be disappointed at the real reasons.

He collected his eyes and mind, and then revved the engine.

After Filip left, the villa lapsed into a deadly silence and seemed to be colder.

Lying on the sofa for a while, Starry decided to go back to her room.

It was unexpected that she would experience such a painful menses this time when she was out of ibuprofen at home.

She did not want to call a delivery since when the courier came, she was supposed to take it downstairs by herself and yet she did not want to go outside into the snow at all.

The heating in her bedroom was off, so Starry was attacked by a sudden gust of coldness once she was inside her bedroom.

Shivering, she turned on the heating and changed her clothes with all her energy.

She fell asleep as the room grew warmer and warmer.

However, the pain prevented her from sleeping soundly. She had several undesirable dreams within those couples of hours.

She dreamed about the time when she married Filip; she dreamed about the time when Sebastian told her that he was waiting for her to grow up; and she dreamed about the fire.

When she woke up with a start, the whole room was dark.

She gasped with some sweat on her forehead. It was so quiet in the room that she could hear her own breathing clearly.

Upset and anxiety overwhelmed her and she found it hard to breathe again as before.

She could not control her tears—it had been a long time since she had the same feeling last time.

She plumbed the depths of frustration, helplessness, desperation and agony, and there was something preventing her from getting rid of the depths.

She curled up into a tight ball and hugged herself in despair.

In that dark bedroom, she was the only one suffering from such a great pain.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

She was startled. Looking at the lit screen in a daze, it took her a while to figure out what had happened.

The call was from Izabella.

"Little Starry, how was the trial?"

She picked up the phone, turned on the "hands-free", and got up to turn on the light.

The light lit the whole room up and the sudden illumination made her uncomfortable, so she sheltered her eyes with her hands subconsciously. She let powerlessness and tiredness color her husky voice, "Well, the appeal was rejected and the original verdict of the first instance was upheld."

Izabella noticed that something was wrong with her voice, "What's wrong? You don't sound well."

Starry took out a piece of tissue and wiped her tears, "Nothing wrong. It's just the menses and I woke up just now."

"Pain again, right?"

Izabella was one of those who knew that Starry always suffered from excruciatingly painful menses. There are two kinds of girls in the world—those who were never troubled by their menses and those who were always tortured by it.

Starry was absolutely the latter one.

Izabella found out Starry's situation accidentally. One day after Starry had lunch with old Mrs. Pearson in Flamewarden Hall, a small car accident happened on their way back home.

Starry called Filip and he told her that someone would be at the spot soon. And then, old Mrs. Pearson suddenly wanted to go shopping.

However, Filip only arranged one car to pick them up. At that moment, Starry was experiencing her painful menses and, in fear that her sickness would destroy old Mrs. Pearson's spirit, she lied that she had an appointment with her friend and asked old Mrs. Pearson to go shopping first, so that her real situation would not be found out.

When Starry called Izabella, even her voice was shivering.

It had been the first time that Starry called Izabella for help during the three years of their acquaintance. Thus, Izabella asked for a leave and drove to Starry in a hurry without any hesitation.

When she found Starry, Starry was too painful to sit straight.

Starry looked up at Izabella when her name was called—her pale face and sweating forehead scared Izabella and made her want to call 911.

Although it had already been three years, Izabella could still remember everything that happened that day.

Now, knowing that Starry was exactly experiencing the menses, she was worried, especially when she heard the husky voice on the phone.

"I feel much better after sleeping.

Starry checked the time and found that it was 6 o'clock in the afternoon.

She had been asleep for almost four hours.

"Have you taken the ibuprofen?"

Starry frowned, "I am out of it."

Izabella could figure out the whole situation now, "I am off-duty now. How about that—I will buy you some porridge and a box of ibuprofen?"

Starry looked through the window and said, "Okay."

"Wait for me. I will be there within 20 minutes."

"Okay."

"I won't keep you on the phone. See you later, Little Starry."

"See you later."

After hanging up the call, Izabella bid a goodbye to her colleagues.

It was a snowy day and it was hard to find a taxi. Therefore, Izabella called Dillon.

Dillon had worked overtime for several days and could leave his office early that day, so he wanted to have some fun with Filip and other friends. It was unexpected that Izabella would ask him to drive her to Starry's villa.

"Call a taxi."

It would be a waste of time since he was a little bit far from where Izabella was.

Izabella pouted, "It's hard to call a taxi now. My dear brother, please drive me there. Little Starry was experiencing the menses and she was more than uncomfortable now. I must buy her some pills."

"..."

Was it an exaggeration? How uncomfortable could it be?

Although Dillon did not believe it, he had to pick Izabella up and drive her to Starry's home.

After all, he was Izabella's dear biological brother.

Before Dillon picked Izabella up, she had already bought the porridge and pills.

"Get in."

Dillon unlocked the car door annoyedly. When he saw the ibuprofen, he was surprised, "Does she need the ibuprofen during her menses?"

Izabella rolled her eyes upwards and said, "Well, of course. Being a girl is not an easy thing."

Dillon grunted secretly and then drove towards Starry's villa.

He had never been to Starry's home, so he wanted to have a look inside this time.

However, unexpectedly, Izabella asked him to leave immediately after they arrived, "Go and have fun with your friends."

"Not even a glass of water?"

Izabelle pressed the doorbell and said, "No."

"..."

Before Dillon could argue back, the lights in the garden were on and the glower of Izabella made him have no other choice but to sit back in his car.

Soon, Starry walked out with an umbrella.

"Izabella."

She indeed looked pale.

Noticing it, Dillon knew that it was inappropriate to stay, so he bid a farewell, "Then see you guys later."

He waved his hands towards the two girls.

Izabella ignored him and got Starry's umbrella and walked inside with her, "Still painful?"

"No, much better."

The paleness betrayed her.

"Oh, it must be terrible! Yet, why are you so sick this time?"

Starry pursed her lips, "Maybe it was because of the rain several days before."

Izabella twigged, "My poor girl. Let's have some food first."

When the two girls were going upstairs, a Maybach slowly stopped outside the villa.