The little paperman had no eyes, but observing its actions, one could feel its gaze at this moment.
To be precise, Gregory Xander was sensing the person in front of him through the little paperman, using his consciousness.
It stood dumbly and looked around for a while, taking in the bright room and the running air conditioner.
The little paperman tilted its head thoughtfully, jumped onto the nearby quilt, and painstakingly pulled up a corner to cover Ariel Zimmerman.
Then it jumped to the other side, pulled up the other corner of the quilt, and covered her legs.
After confirming the quilt was properly covering her, the little paperman jumped lightly, landed on the air conditionerās control panel, and tapped a couple of keys to adjust the temperature to a suitable level.
Lastly, it turned off the main light in the room, leaving only a small night lamp.
After doing all this, the little paperman finally seemed satisfied, clapping its hands before returning to the bedside. In the next second, as if its spiritual power had been instantly drained, the once agile little paperman collapsed softly onto the ground beside the bed, turning back into an ordinary paper figure.
Meanwhile, on the hotelās upper floor.
Gregory Xander sat cross-legged on the window seat, severing the spell in his hand, completely disconnecting from the perception of the little paperman.
Keeping her unaware of the situation and allowing her to carry his little paperman with her was already inappropriate, and maintaining the connection further would undoubtedly be taking unfair advantage of her.
Gregoryās upbringing did not permit him to engage in such rude and impolite behavior.
Originally, he planned to disconnect from the little paperman as soon as he left the filming crew.
Yet at that moment, he heard her calling his name.
"Gregory Xander canāt belong to me, but he also shouldnāt belong to anyone else!"
Gregory couldnāt quite describe the feeling.
Though the words should have been somewhat repulsive, he felt no discomfort whatsoever.
In fact, he was slightly pleased with her attitude.
Did it mean she didnāt intend to cut ties with him for good?
If he sincerely apologized to her one more time, showing his true intentions, would she no longer hold his past absence against him?
Reflecting on this, Gregoryās brows relaxed with a subtle delight he didnāt realize himself.
Due to this small thought, he didnāt immediately cut off the connection with the little paperman.
Until...
She sought out Scarlett Jennings, asking her to arrange work for him so he could leave.
Gregory inexplicably felt a sinking sensation in his heart.
It turned out that she still didnāt welcome him.
She even consulted Scarlett to ensure he stayed far away from her.
Gregory thought perhaps he shouldnāt persist in staying.
Staying would neither earn her forgiveness for his previous absence nor disturb her work, causing her inconvenience.
Gregory finally realized just how disrespectful his actions had been over the past few days.
Hence, he utterly severed his connection with the little paperman and decided not to entangle with her anymore.
"Itās time to leave."
Gregory murmured, his gaze unconsciously shifting.
On the clean and tidy glass table beside him, a cartoon figure of Ariel Zimmerman quietly stood.
It was the figure he had taken from the cake, her figurine.
Later, he cleaned it and carried it with him, still unsure whether to return it to her...
*
That night, someone sat in the darkness, sleepless through the night.
Meanwhile, Ariel Zimmerman woke up in the middle of the night, realizing she hadnāt removed her makeup yet. Despite her fatigue, she persisted in getting up from bed.
Yet the moment she sat up, she looked at the dim room in confusion.
Was the roomās light like this before she fell asleep?
She also noticed the quilt covering her and the noticeably increased temperature...
Ariel couldnāt help but message her assistantā
"Did you come and cover me with the quilt?"
To prevent oversleeping in the morning, her assistant had a backup room keycard, but typically the assistant wouldnāt enter her room without notice.
Half-asleep, she sent the message and was about to ask why her assistant didnāt help her remove her makeup or wake her up to clean things up.
But before she could send the message, her late-night assistant had already replied.
"Nope."
His responses were brief, sometimes non-existent.
Reviewing those chats, Gregory Xander found them unfamiliar.
Was he like this back then?
In her eyes, had he always been so cold and distant?
Were her messages met with his silence, leaving her feeling...disappointed?
His heart began to feel heavy again, almost as if being clenched tightly.
After a pause, Gregory Xander brought up the keyboard.
Knowing she might not receive it, he still wanted to say something.
At the very least...he shouldnāt leave without a word.
Reminding himself that it was the courtesy of a friend, Gregory finally typed in the chat box.
Telling her he was leaving today and assuring her that he wouldnāt bother her anymore, and if she was still willing to consider him a friend, next time he would treat her to a meal.
Unconsciously typing a long message.
Gregory Xander frowned at it, deleting and editing, leaving only three words.
"Iām leaving."
Sending the message.
As he was about to exit the chat page, he unexpectedly noticed that the red exclamation mark didnāt appear!
She removed him from the blacklist!
His eyes involuntarily brightening, Gregory Xander quickly typed.
"You didnāt blacklist me?"
Though it seemed like an obvious question, he still sent it.
Almost simultaneously, a voice call request from Ariel Zimmerman suddenly appeared.
Gregory was taken aback, a rare moment of fluster, he hurriedly answered, ready to speak but hearing another girlās voice on the other endā
"Xander!! You need to come quickly, Ariel is in trouble!"

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