Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute novel Chapter 118

Filip stopped his car and sat still in it.

When he had just arrived, he saw Dillon's car leaving.

Even he himself did not know why he would go there. Maybe he was afraid that no one could help Starry if something bad indeed happened when she was so sick but alone.

However, when he saw Dillon's car, he knew that his decision to go there would only move himself but not others—he was a nobody among all of those who cared about Starry.

He should not be there.

Yet, when he had just started the engine, he stopped the car again after only two seconds.

The second floor of the villa was lit up, eye-catching in the evening.

Staring at the villa through the window, he recalled how Starry glared at him that afternoon, which made him frown.

And she even threw him a glass of water.

He suddenly felt a little bit angry. He rolled down the window, took a cigarette out and began to smoke.

It was bizarre that since he realized that he actually loved Starry, he began to dredge up every moment they had spent with each other during the past five years.

He could not understand why Starry was so indifferent to him now.

He could not figure out the reasons. Suddenly, his phone rang and it was Dillon—what an inappropriate interruption to his meditation.

In the car, he was drawn back to reality by the ringing phone.

He had not finished his smoking and the freezing wind blew in the cold.

Frowning, he sat still staring at his phone.

He did not want to pick up the call.

Yet, the ring was annoying. He smoked and picked up the call, "What?"

His voice was cold and husky, and obviously angry.

Dillon grunted, "Who angered you?"

Filip did not answer Dillon' question and was ready to hang up the call.

It seemed that Dillon could anticipate Filip's next movement and he shouted before the call was hung up, "Wait! Hold on! I have worked overtime for so many days. I am off-duty now. How wonderful! How about a drink to relax? I know that Freddie was back yesterday. It had been a long time since our last party."

Compared with Filip, Dillon sounded much happier.

"Tell me the place."

"Our usual place."

Then, the dial tone went busy.

Filip hung up the call!

Yet, Dillon was not angry—he knew that Filip would show up since he asked about the place.

After hanging up the call, Filip stubbed out the cigarette and cast another look at the villa through the window.

It was nearly 8 o'clock and the third floor of the villa was still dark while the second floor was illuminated.

Then, Filip rolled up the window and drove his car away.

When Izabella hung up her call on the balcony, noticing that the Maybach downstairs left, she raised one eyebrow.

She went inside the villa soon since it was still cold outside.

After taking the ibuprofen, Starry was greatly relieved from the pain and looked much better.

The heating inside the villa was on, so Izabella felt cozy inside it.

She sat down beside Starry, "Little Starry, how do you feel now?"

Starry took a sip of the hot water and nodded her head, "Much better."

She had recovered a lot from the excruciating pain.

Izabella also drank some water and said, "I noticed something strange when I was talking on my phone just now on the balcony. I saw a Maybach downstairs and it left when I just hung up my call."

Starry rolled her eyes and grinned at Izabella, "Well, maybe the driver was taking a rest."

"I think so."

It was indeed strange—the driver of the Maybach driving to that area did not intent to call on anybody but still stopped downstairs for more than 10 minutes. Whereas, Izabella soon forgot it.

Be it strange or not, it was none of her business.

She was worried about Starry now, "Do you need me to stay here tonight?"

Starry knew that Izabella had an important interview the next day, so she objected, "No, don't bother. It's only an accident this time. I haven't been in such a great pain for more than half a year."

Although Starry tried to persuade her to leave, she was still worried, "Actually, I can get up early and go home first tomorrow."

Starry insisted, "Indeed, don't bother. It would be miserable to get up early on such cold days."

"Well, call me if you need me. See you next time?"

Izabella did not want to leave, yet she had an important interview tomorrow and her leader gave her more questions to recite just now, so she should go home to prepare for it.

"You can use my car."

Starry handed the key to Izabella. Turning over the whole situation, Izabella accepted, "Well, I will have dinner with you tomorrow."

Starry smiled, "Okay."

Although Starry felt much better after taking the ibuprofen, Izabella did not ask her to accompany her downstairs.

Starry did not walk downstairs with Izabella. It was still snowing outside and, wrapped in a thick blanket, she watched Izabella on the balcony until she drove the car away. Then, she turned off the light on the second floor and went upstairs to the third floor.

The mares that afternoon made her sweat, so she was supposed to change her clothes.

After taking a shower, she turned on the computer to check on the outline of her new book on the bed.

Yet, when she had just opened the file, she dredged up what Izabella said just now, "I noticed something strange when I was talking on my phone just now on the balcony. I saw a Maybach downstairs and it left when I just hung up my call."

Was that Filip?

She frowned when she thought of him.

She could not understand what he really wanted to do.

Neither did Dillon. Filip had been with them for nearly half an hour. During this period, Filip was totally silent and kept on drinking alcohol.

Dillon whispered to Freddie, "What happened to Filip?"

Freddie shrugged, "Do you think that I know?"

"Well, you don't."

Then, Thomas arrived, "I'm sorry I am late. I was busy."

Filip looked up at him, no greeting, and poured another glass of wine.

Dillon said, "You have had four glasses of it. You will have a full bottle of wine soon, President Pearson."

At Dillon's words, Thomas eyed Filip and asked, "Seeking solace in the bottle?"

Filip shook the glass and cast a cold look at his three friends, "No."

Dillon grunted, "Only dogs will believe you."

Filip stopped drinking and joined their conversation.

After the party, Dillon walked beside Filip and asked, "Didn't you tell me that you would be chasing after Starry? It has already been two months and I don't see you are working on that."

Filip's eyes darkened and fell on Dillon's face coldly, "Did I?"

Dillon was mystified.

He remembered clearly that Filip indeed once said something like that.