Chapter 72 Am I The Only One Unimportant (Part Two)

Right then, the warmth from his hand sent a shiver down Celine's spine. She used to give out sexual favors in order to win important prizes and awards. It was difficult at first, but she eventually got used to it. And with Charles' protection, she lived a very comfortable life. But there was no future for her with Charles. There was no option for her to marry him; she could only be his mistress. And so when her youth was nearing its end, she decided to come back to the country to pursue another powerful and dedicated man who could offer her the life she was used to—Spencer.

To her surprise though, Spencer was no longer the man he had been before. He no longer treated her well because of Fiona.

"You can go now!" Charles snorted.

"No, I won't." Celine snapped back to her senses. She turned around and closed the gap between her and Charles. She was drawing circles with her finger on his chest when she said, "I'm free tonight."

He only stood there, watching her with amusement. Relieved, she thought, 'I still may have a chance!' Pushing her luck, she looked up at him and pouted her red lips.

"Celine..." Charles grabbed her hand and said, "Do you think I'd still give you favors if you sleep with me? What do you think you're doing?"

"I..." Humiliated, she couldn't come up with a reply. But then, she batted her eyelashes and said sweetly, "I spoke without thinking, Charles. I hope you could forgive me just this once."

"Beg me," he said coldly.

Celine's face turned pale to his amusement. Satisfied, he turned and walked towards the door humming.

"Please don't go!" She rushed to grab his arm. "Please! I'm begging you! I'm begging you!"

Celine realized that she couldn't do away with Charles just yet. He was her immediate superior and her work would have to go through his hands before anything. She needed his favors more than ever.

A few moments later, the two were basking in the afterglow of their passionate tryst in a grandiose bedroom. Lying on Charles' arm, Celine purred softly. "I want to go to the jewelry exhibition."

"Okay." Charles nodded. "The exhibition will run for two weeks. You can go whenever you want."

"Oh, Charles! You're so nice." Celine kissed him on the forehead. "Then what about Fiona? Won't she be able to go?"

"Fiona? How's her relationship with Spencer now?"

She narrowed her eyes and snorted, "How would I know?"

"That means you're not trying hard enough to get Spencer." Charles sat up and fumbled for a cigarette pack on the bedside table. After lighting a stick, he said, "If you did, you'd have won Spencer's heart

t. Am I the only one unimportant? You don't care who I'm staying with, and you don't even care that I can't go home on weekends! You know what, Fiona? Go if you want to go! I won't care about you anymore. Don't ever call me again!"

With that, the line instantly went dead.

His reaction stunned Fiona, who had trouble processing his words. She immediately tried calling him back.

"Sorry, the subscriber you are trying to call cannot be reached..."

The phone kept ringing on Spencer's desk but he completely ignored it.

After a while, he stood up and walked out of his office.

Johnson, who had been waiting outside, bowed as soon as he saw him. "Are you going back to rest, sir?"

"No. Take out the sandbags. I want to run." The cold glare in his eyes immediately told Johnson that he was in a terrible mood.

"Yes, sir! Right away!"

It was a cold winter night and Spencer was out, running alone on the vast training ground. With sandbags tied to his feet, he sprinted around the tracks over and over.

He had never felt more annoyed by anyone than Fiona! 'What a stubborn girl!'

he thought as sweat trickled down his forehead. The feeling that she didn't care about him made him feel sick and short of breath. How could she be so stubborn? Why wasn't he getting through to her? What else could he do to make her happy? Was he really unimportant for her?

Fiona had tried calling Spencer several times but he never picked up. Seeing that it was getting late, she gave up and went back to her dorm room.

There were still twenty days before New Year's Day, which was also Spencer's birthday. She would try her best to design a necklace for him and find a place to make it. She hoped that it would help pacify him.