Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute novel Chapter 118

Filip stopped his car and sat still in it.

When he had just arrived, he saw Dillon's car leaving.

Even he himself did not know why he would go there. Maybe he was afraid that no one could help Starry if something bad indeed happened when she was so sick but alone.

However, when he saw Dillon's car, he knew that his decision to go there would only move himself but not others—he was a nobody among all of those who cared about Starry.

He should not be there.

Yet, when he had just started the engine, he stopped the car again after only two seconds.

The second floor of the villa was lit up, eye-catching in the evening.

Staring at the villa through the window, he recalled how Starry glared at him that afternoon, which made him frown.

And she even threw him a glass of water.

He suddenly felt a little bit angry. He rolled down the window, took a cigarette out and began to smoke.

It was bizarre that since he realized that he actually loved Starry, he began to dredge up every moment they had spent with each other during the past five years.

He could not understand why Starry was so indifferent to him now.

He could not figure out the reasons. Suddenly, his phone rang and it was Dillon—what an inappropriate interruption to his meditation.

In the car, he was drawn back to reality by the ringing phone.

He had not finished his smoking and the freezing wind blew in the cold.

Frowning, he sat still staring at his phone.

He did not want to pick up the call.

Yet, the ring was annoying. He smoked and picked up the call, "What?"

His voice was cold and husky, and obviously angry.

Dillon grunted, "Who angered you?"

Filip did not answer Dillon' question and was ready to hang up the call.

It seemed that Dillon could anticipate Filip's next movement and he shouted before the call was hung up, "Wait! Hold on! I have worked overtime for so many days. I am off-duty now. How wonderful! How about a drink to relax? I know that Freddie was back yesterday. It had been a long time since our last party."

Compared with Filip, Dillon sounded much happier.

"Tell me the place."

"Our usual place."

Then, the dial tone went busy.

Filip hung up the call!

Yet, Dillon was not angry—he knew that Filip would show up since he asked about the place.

After hanging up the call, Filip stubbed out the cigarette and cast another look at the villa through the window.

It was nearly 8 o'clock and the third floor of the villa was still dark while the second floor was illuminated.

Then, Filip rolled up the window and drove his car away.

When Izabella hung up her call on the balcony, noticing that the Maybach downstairs left, she raised one eyebrow.

She went inside the villa soon since it was still cold outside.

After taking the ibuprofen, Starry was greatly relieved from the pain and looked much better.

The heating inside the villa was on, so Izabella felt cozy inside it.

She sat down beside Starry, "Little Starry, how do you feel now?"

Starry took a sip of the hot water and nodded her head, "Much better."