Chapter 3The Idol's Secret

After making up my mind, I called my mom back.

I told her I would go home for the New Year, and she could arrange blind dates for me.

However, leaving the city where I have struggled for nearly ten years is not a matter of a suitcase. What's more, I still have some financial connections with Liam.

In fact, I haven't relied entirely on Liam these years. I have been drawing comics.

Every time Liam saw me drawing, he would say: "Why do you work so hard to draw these? It's a waste of time."

I was an art student and graduated from a top art college in China. I didn't want to give up what I liked.

What's more, if I were with him, I would have no sense of security at all and would always worry about being abandoned.

So I registered my own account and serialized my own comics.

Even though my account had no popularity at first, I persisted.

Later, my comics became popular, and I sold the copyright and earned more than one million.

I told Liam excitedly, sharing my joy. I thought he would at least praise me a few words, but what I got was his light ridicule.

"More than one million? Not even as expensive as the bag I gave you last month."

"What are you tossing about? Didn't I give you an unlimited black card?"

I was very disappointed, but I still tried to communicate with him. It wasn't about money, it was about the satisfaction of realizing self-worth.

But he had absolutely no interest in listening to me:

"Okay, continue drawing if you want, but don't take up our meeting time."

In Liam's eyes, my value lies in being on call, accommodating him 100%, serving him, and serving him alone.

When he is happy, he will accompany me and give me a few candies casually; when he is unhappy, I have to be responsible for making him happy.

And when I am unhappy, I have to learn to digest it myself and cannot give him any attitude, otherwise I will get his more ruthless cold violence.

Once he asked me to meet, but I was accompanying my best friend who had just broken up.

He actually blacklisted me.

No matter how I sent messages, called, and begged bitterly, he only let his assistant send me away and didn't say a word to me.

It was not until three months later that he forgave me.

Besides, when I was sick, I always saw the doctor alone.

Once I even had a car accident. Although it wasn't very serious, I stayed in the hospital alone for a week.

During the period, I called him, hoping he could come and see me.

He said he was filming and couldn't come, and then hung up.

In these eight years, I have asked myself countless times, does Liam really love me?

Facts have proved that in his eyes, I am just a toy for his entertainment, a substitute for a dead lover.