Chapter 8 I Have Something To Give You

• Afterward, Marcus sat down again.
• Sebastian followed his gaze with a puzzled look, only to find a group of models engrossed in a lively conversation.
• Marcus had already averted his gaze, responding calmly, “You go ahead. I'll be back later.”
• After Sebastian left, he continued to observe her every move from the most inconspicuous corner.
• Most of the interviewers at the cocktail party were from overseas. This was an excellent opportunity for Myra, who had spent five years abroad. She engaged in lively conversations with everyone, wine glass in hand.
• However, she always felt a strange sensation, as though a pair of hawk-like, piercing eyes were watching her from behind. But when she turned around, there were no familiar faces.
• Before long, Myra noticed Heather rushing toward her, the latter's face visibly distressed.
• “Miao, something almost slipped my mind. I have something for you,” Heather said, and Myra was handed a beautifully crafted box.
• “Heather, what is this?”
• “This is a welcome gift that the company provides to each model. You could also consider giving it to the interviewer you fancy. It might help with your first audition. The choice is yours.”
• With a smile, Myra took the gift, remembering to express her thanks. However, she was puzzled. If I were to give a gift to a judge I favored, wouldn't that offend the other judges? What's going on? I ought to think it through. After all, I've never met Heather before. I still don't quite understand her character. Moreover, when Heather came earlier, her complexion didn't seem quite right...
• When Myra saw the gift, she was at a loss for what to do. Then, a figure both familiar and unfamiliar brought a spark of joy to her eyes. Isn't that Marcus, the man I forced into marriage all those years ago? I didn't expect to run into him here! If I had known he would be here tonight, why would I have gone to all that effort this morning? However, what is he doing here? Perhaps his employer has arrived, and he, as a bodyguard, is also here. Perhaps due to his role as a bodyguard, he's seated in a desolate corner.
• Without changing his position, Marcus was idly swirling a glass of red wine in his hand. He wasn't working, nor was he speaking. He seemed to be lost in deep thought, burdened by his worries.
• Myra took a business card from her bag, tucked it into the pink ribbon on the gift box, and walked toward Marcus.
• “Hello, Mr. Gerhard. My name is Myra Lindner,” she introduced herself.
• In a dimly lit corner, a petite figure cast a faint shadow on Marcus' handsome face. At last, I'm seeing her again! It has been five years.
• In Marcus' eyes, she was still that slightly childish girl who, years ago, had taken the initiative at City Hall to propose to him.
• The flicker of joy in his eyes was brief. He then asked in an indifferent tone, “Do we know each other?”
• Myra was taken aback. Oh... He's already forgotten about me... However, this is a minor issue. After all, we only saw each other briefly, so it's quite normal for him not to remember me.
• “Mr. Gerhard, I'm Myra, the one who married you at City Hall years ago. Do you still remember?” With a radiant smile gracing her lips, Myra had changed significantly since becoming a mother. The sharp edges of her personality had softened considerably, giving way to a gentler, more serene demeanor.
• “Really?” His dark eyes locked onto Myra, and after a long pause, he finally said in a cold voice, “I can't remember.”
• The disappointment on Myra's face was unmistakable when she heard those words.
• But quickly, a smile found its way back to the corner of her lips.
• It's a blessing in disguise that he has forgotten about me. This way, I don't have to worry about him developing feelings for me. At the same time, I get to spend my limited time with him, ensuring it is safe to entrust our child to him. However, would he be able to accept the unexpected truth? After all, he didn't even care about who he was marrying. Myra sighed and said, “I admit that I was wrong five years ago. I'm truly sorry, Mr. Gerhard.”
• “Ms. Lindner, I don't want to accept your apology. It sickens me to hear it, and it's far too late. I don't need it anymore.” Marcus' voice was as cold as ice.
• “D-Do you remember me?” Myra nervously asked.
• Marcus remained silent, giving no response. His attitude was crystal clear. Whether he remembered her or not was insignificant. What mattered was his current irritation toward her, showing no interest in her apologies.
• All this left Myra feeling quite bewildered. She held out the gift she had with her, offering it to him. “Mr. Gerhard, regardless of everything, I need to say I'm sorry. Please accept this gift.”
• Even if it wasn't about the child, she had made a mistake back then.
• “Also, Mr. Gerhard, could I possibly have your contact information? There are some other matters I'd like to discuss with you,” she said.
• Marcus held his wine glass, his face expressionless, exuding an aloof aura.
• Myra couldn't help but be reminded of Dennis. Every time he was forced to do something he didn't like, Dennis would also furrow his tiny brows, just like Marcus was doing at that very moment.