Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute novel Chapter 97

Starry closed her umbrella and looked at Hamish, who had also closed his umbrella. "What brings you here so early today?"

Hamish took a charger out of his pocket. "I accidentally took the wrong one yesterday."

Starry looked at the charger in his hand. "I have a few spare chargers."

"Really?"

Hamish noticed the easel behind Starry. "Miss Bradley, are you going out for painting?"

"Yes."

Starry unloaded the easel from her back. "But I don't want to do it now."

She put the easel aside and looked up at Hamish. "Does your hand still hurt? You have an appointment with the doctor today, right?"

"Yes."

Hamish looked at Starry and suddenly asked, "Miss Bradley, you seem not keen to see me."

"Why did you think so?"

Starry said. After a pause, she continued, "But it isn't quite right for you to come here all the time."

Hamish raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

Starry smiled. "You know the answer."

"Miss Bradley, are you afraid of being photographed by paparazzi? Or do you think that my visits bother you?"

Starry sighed. "You are a celebrity now."

"So what? You are my boss."

Hamish paused and added, "But if you mind my being here, I can leave now."

Starry was not an easy-going person, in fact, so it was wrong for Hamish to try to provoke her.

Hearing what Hamish said, Starry looked up at him. "I do mind."

When Starry said this, she still wore a smile on her face. Her tone was flat, expressionless, but firm.

Even Hamish was a little shocked. "Miss Bradley, what you said did hurt me."

"The truth always makes itself annoying to hear."

Starry looked away and walked upstairs.

As Starry stepped up the stairs, Hamish rolled his eyes and followed her. "Miss Bradley, what if I come here with a new identity?"

Starry was not an idiot.

Therefore, before Hamish could continue, Starry had understood what he was going to say.

For some women, they would be too shy to ask anything else when hearing this.

But Starry never compromised. She stopped and looked back at him. "What is it?"

"A suitor."

Hamish said without hesitation.

Starry chuckled. She was rarely amused, but she found what Hamish said was really funny. Her smile was so bright and gorgeous.

It was Hamish's first time to see this, so he didn't have the heart to to interrupt her.

When Starry stopped, Hamish said, "So you do know how to smile."

Starry got a little puzzled, "Do you mean I don't smile usually?"

"Not the same kind of smile."

Although Starry usually smiled, her smiles were expressionless.

"What's the difference?"

"I felt it."

Starry was struck by the fact that someone had said the same thing to her before.

She looked down at Hamish. "That's your imagination."

When Catherine heard this, she almost freaked out. "Why did you do that? No wonder she asked me to pick you up and even gave me a call. You've gone too far. Starry is your boss, and you should keep your distance from her! What's more, she doesn't like being disturbed!"

Catherine looked at Hamish, wondering whether Hamish was trying to take advantage of Starry.

Thinking of this, Catherine put on a long face. "Archangel Pictures disapproves favoritism. If you're trying to get rich and famous through Starry in this way, you'd better leave the field as well as our company."

Hamish glanced at Catherine. "I don't have that in mind. I just want to chase Starry."

Hearing the first sentence, Catherine sighed with relief, "That's good."

However, when she heard the second sentence, she was startled. "What do you mean? Are you crazy? Do you know who Starry is?"

"Of course. She is my boss."

"Then why did you say all these bollocks?"

Hamish tsked, seemingly dissatisfied with Catherine's words. "Catherine, let me ask you a few questions. Does Miss Bradley have a boyfriend now? Does she like men or women? Will she get married again in the future?"

"She has no boyfriend now. She likes men and will get married. So?"

Hamish gave a smirk. "Then why can't I go after Miss Bradley?"

"Are you serious?"

Catherine suddenly realized that Hamish was not joking.

Hamish put away his smile. "Am I not sounding serious enough?"

Catherine face-palmed. "You'd better give up. It's an unrealistic idea."

"Why? Because I'm just an entertainer?"

Catherine thought Hamish was quite self-aware and said, "Good for you to know that."

"But I don't think Miss Bradley likes those tycoons or big shots. I like her. That's what matters the most."

Words failed Catherine.

She was merely talking to a brick wall.