I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 463

I tucked my phone into my purse. It wasn't that I disliked it. As long as I didn’t have anything else scheduled, the timing was manageable. The main issue was having steak for dinner right after having it for lunch; it just felt a bit much. But I was afraid he’d blame himself if he had genuinely forgotten, so I said, “I think it’s great. Let’s eat! Then we can go back and rest.”

Horace's expression immediately brightened, and he broke into a warm smile.

I asked him about his recent work, and we chatted just like we used to. He told me a few things, making me laugh from time to time, and the atmosphere grew steadily warmer.

Just then, the soft melody of the violin came to an abrupt halt. A few police officers approached our table and looked at Horace.

“You’re Horace, correct? We’ve received a report alleging solicitation. We need you to come with us to the station to assist with our investigation.”

Solicitation?

My mind went blank. From my limited understanding, that was related to soliciting prostitutes, wasn't it?

Horace was always swamped with work. How was that possible? Besides, he wasn't that kind of person!

“Horace? That’s impossible. Are you sure you haven’t made a mistake?”

“We’ll know whether it’s a mistake after he assists us with our investigation,” one of the officers said. “Mr. Spencer, please come with us.”

Horace's expression didn’t change. His handsome face remained calm, though his eyes narrowed slightly as he stood up.

He looked at me. “Trust me, it’s not true. I would never touch anyone but you. This is probably just what happens when you’re in the spotlight. But don’t worry about me. No matter what happens, I can handle it. Can you get back to the hotel by yourself?”

I shot up from my seat, my heart trembling as I nodded. “I can.”

I had completely lost my appetite. I started walking back, talking to his agent while checking the trending topics on social media.

Sure enough, Horace was all over the internet, and none of it was good. There were accusations that he was a diva, that he had shortened production schedules for his own selfish reasons, forcing everyone to work around the clock and depriving them of rest. There were even claims that regular staff members had fallen ill from exhaustion.

When I looked at the comments, it was a solid wall of hate. It was nothing like before, when fans defended him, praising his talent, good looks, and devotion.

Now, they were calling him a lovestruck idiot who was dragging everyone else down with him.

His agent’s voice crackled in my ear. “This media storm is intense; it blew up online in an instant. Someone is clearly orchestrating this. We can manage this part of the PR—we all know what really happened. Horace never dragged anyone down; everything was done by mutual agreement. A simple clarification would solve it. But if Horace was taken away by the police at a critical moment like this, and for such an accusation!”

“Horace is finished. His career in entertainment is over—”