That Mysterious Guy

Deana throws her body into the bed the moment she entered her suite. It has been a very long time when she cried for real. Honestly, she realized her wrong. However, she can't pull herself together after another argument with him.

They just often fought every time they tried to have a real conversation. That is why, in these passing two years, all was a casual hello, and how are you. Nothing less, nothing more. Except for that one time months ago.

She has no choice but has to tell him that Jason has proposed to her, and she said yes. After ten minutes, brother Jake picked her up from her agency and brought her to Spencer's Office.

"Are you out of your mind, Deana!" he shouted at her after she halted in the middle of his office.

It looks like, he was patiently waiting for her arrival. He is leaning on his office table were his gazes are sharp and burning.

"What is wrong if I get married? I will turn 25 next year?" calmly, she countered his scolding. Truth is, her knees suddenly weaken, and she needs something to hold on.

"Deana!"

She looks up, and she could see the nerves on his forehead threatened to burst any moment from his anger toward her. Why is it so big deal to him if she got married? She wanted to ask him this, but she doesn't have enough courage.

"I have a press conference for two hours from now. You should have known that unless you intend to scold me before the conference?" she confronted him. She waited for his response.

Spencer was against to her new project. It may be a Jeans' clothing, but as they have to emphasize the material itself and the fittings; she will only wear something a small material to cover her c.h.e.s.t to show her b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s and bosom. Deana will also have a huge billboard of the brand; showing her whole body wearing the new jeans and showing her almost half-n.a.k.e.d upper body.

Furthermore, is an upcoming fashion show of the brand with celebrities, and she will be the new face of the runway.

She steals a glance at Spencer's direction, and she sees how he presses his lips, showing that he is only controlling his anger toward her.

"What am I going to do with you?" he heaved a furious sighed.

"Nothing. I am old enough. I can handle myself, I can earn well, and I know what projects I should accept," she responded, which made his gaze darkened.

"You don't know what you are talking about."

She looks him straight into the eyes, and she could perceive that he is hiding something. "Could it be possible that you manipulate all the projects that offered to me? I just now realize this... most of I receive are the huge brands." She is now looking at him with sharp gazes.

"Even so; those companies already preferred you as their ambassadress without my influence."

"Spencer!" she screamed, looking at him with disbelief. Are these passing years, her popularity in which he was all behind?

"You can go now. You need to prepare and do your makeup," he said coldly.

She bit her lower lip. Just like that? He summoned her out of his anger. Now he wants her to leave as he would like to avoid the truth regarding her career. He may not admit it, but she could now imagine the whole picture.

Her success is not on her own, but because Spencer backing her up. He is the man behind the scenes all along.

Tears are threatening to flood her eyes, and she held it as best as she could, but a few had escaped. Her heart tightening as it throbbed with frustration.

"I hate you!"

Hastily, Deana stepped out of the room. She stopped in the hallway and rested her forehead and a palm on the wall. And she then violently wipes the tears on her cheeks. She should have realized this since in the beginning.

Not long after, she felt the two strong hands pulling her close, and locked inside his warmed arms. Just like that. He would come to comfort her, but there are no words that could hear from his mouth. No 'I am sorry' or anything.

He simply offered his arm as a way of reconciliation. Which is would only leave her hanging and clueless; if what is he doing or what he wanted to happen between them?

She wanted to yell at him, push him away, but her arms had no strength to do so. Her lips just stay pressed together and cry; let the words of pain and frustration wash away.

Now back to reality, there is no way that Spencer would come to her room to offer reconciliation, the usual he does after they argue. To comfort her even there is no word he says, but he will show it by his actions.

And he stopped doing it ever since the last time of another huge fight between them. So, Deana just let the tears flooded her eyes, even she knows that she has another set of photoshoot tomorrow.

Her phone rings, but she has no interest to answer it. It rings again, and she ignores it again. If it was Jason or her manager, she would just make an alibi she falls asleep.

Again, it rings for the third time, then no more follows. But then a text message she receives. Curious, she picks up her phone from the bedside table and checks the miss calls and a text message.

Her eyes widen when recognizing the number that registered on her phone. She quickly opens the text message, and the sender is the same number of the calls she missed. She read the text…

'Thank you for the soup and porridge. I'm sorry.'

Just like that, and she finds herself smiling again. It was the first time he conveyed his sorry. She knew that he was just forced to, but she doesn't care. When is the last time she hears him saying these two words? Barely, and nothing she could recall that he apologized to her.

Ah, whatever. The only issue that left now, is she doesn't want to delete this message, but she needs to. She wonders how to keep it or save it. Ah, she suddenly became like a teenager having its first crush. She could feel that her cheeks burning as it also warmed her heart.

Deana decided to screenshot the text before she deleted it… then she kept the photo to her secret file. Her lips tore with a silly smile.

She won't reply to him. She will pretend that she still mad at him.