Chapter 2The Good Girl Myth: Why I Stopped Chasing the Golden Boy

A flicker of emotion flashed in Liam's indifferent eyes, and then he lazily pulled out his phone and threw it on the table.

"Spit it out, who do you want me to block? Who do you want me to fire?"

Once, I made him fire an assistant who deliberately spilled coffee on him, and made him delete the heiress Chloe, who had been making eyes at him.

At that time, his eyes were full of exhaustion: "You just don't understand anything, do you?"

I panicked.

Liam wasn't born with a silver spoon, but he became a rising star in the business world through his high IQ and Ivy League education.

And I went to a community college. We were worlds apart.

People around us constantly hinted that I should let Liam go, let him step into a broader world.

And that so-called world was the heiress, Chloe.

Liam and I hadn't been together for long, and I didn't want to break up.

So, when I caught them on a date.

Sitting in a high-end restaurant I had wanted to go to for a long time but didn't have the status to book.

I didn't even dare to go up and confront them, didn't dare to question him.

Late that night, Liam came back.

I feigned a casual tone.

"What were you doing? Coming back so late."

Liam unbuttoned his shirt, responding nonchalantly.

"Having dinner with an important client."

My heart trembled, my eyes instantly welled up, and I turned my back to him, not saying another word.

He quietly came up behind me and suddenly wrapped his arms around me.

"It's just that the person I was dealing with was a woman, the heiress to the Vance family. Out of politeness, I dropped her home, so it got a bit late."

His tone was deep and gentle.

Liam's chin rested on my shoulder, his warm breath hitting my skin.

Even though there wasn't any overtly romantic gesture.

I still couldn't control my blushing.

"Oh? So is Miss Vance prettier, or am I?"

It was a flirtatious question, but it made Liam think for a long time before answering.

"Your styles are different. You can't just say who is prettier."

His attitude returned to its usual seriousness, his tone cold.

"You shouldn't ask questions like that. Saying someone isn't pretty is a very awkward thing to do."

I was stunned by his words and broke free from his embrace.

"But you saying I'm pretty doesn't mean Miss Vance isn't. Why would it be awkward? Is Miss Vance going to hear our conversation?"

He pursed his lips and looked at me, his gaze deep.

I felt wronged. Since we got together, he had never complimented me, nor shown any affection.

I just wanted a little bit of preference, a little bit of proof.

But he silently stood up and went upstairs without hesitation.

I was angry too. I wrapped myself in a blanket and slept on the living room sofa all night.

For the whole night, I didn't sleep, and Liam never came downstairs.

He just let me stay there, all alone.