I gasped for air, taking several deep breaths to suppress the agitation inside me.
“Hello, Dr. Knight… Conner.”
When I spoke, my voice was unmistakably hoarse.
Conner paused for a moment before responding: “Are you… alright?”
“I’m fine.”
After answering him, a strange silence settled between us.
In that quiet, my heartbeat quickened.
Eventually, it was Conner who hung up.
His call had interrupted my spiraling thoughts, but when I went back to check the social media post, the page wouldn’t load anymore.
Of course, the server had chosen the perfect time to crash.
Unwilling to give up, I kept refreshing the page, again and again, clicking “reload” over and over.
I had to give it to the developers for their speed.
After yet another refresh, the page finally loaded.
I hurriedly scrolled to the comments section, hoping to see if there was any response from him.
[I ship this so hard!]
[Bold and beautiful, this confession is way too sweet!]
[They’re such a perfect match!]
[Lock this in! They’re meant to be!!]
No.
There was none of that.
Instead, the comments section was surprisingly peaceful.
[Don’t even try. Jamie said when he entered the industry that he already has a girlfriend, and she’s not in the business.]
[Same here, he’s waiting for his girl, not some random opportunist.]
[Agreed.]
...
People are contradictory creatures. And I was no exception – especially now.
I was scared that he had moved on, yet at the same time, I feared he was stuck in the past because of me.
Reading those comments, I found myself thinking that maybe my imagined scenario wasn’t so bad after all.
I never expected Jameson to remember the casual joke I made so long ago.
4
It was two years and four months after I brought Jameson back.
That year, several male celebrities had major scandals.
One after another, their careers crumbled, and I couldn’t keep up with all the drama.
I remembered casually complaining to Jameson, “There’s no such thing as sincerity in showbiz – it’s just a giant cesspool.”
Jameson looked up and met my gaze, his expression unusually serious. “I won’t.”
Seeing my confusion, he straightened up, his voice clear and resolute as he repeated, “I won’t.”
I stared at him for a long time before realizing what he meant.
A mischievous thought crossed my mind, and I couldn’t resist teasing him, “Oh? You’re making promises now? If you become famous, would you dare to publicly announce your relationship right away?”