You Are The Apple of My Eyes novel Chapter 777

"Finally! I've reached the eighteenth floor." After looking at the number eighteen that had been painted on the wall, Michelle sat on one of the steps to catch her breath. Her face was red, and sweat dripped from her forehead and cheeks.

Her body was overheating because she had chosen to wear a high-neck sweater that day. Her undershirt was damp from sweat, and she was starting to feel sticky all over.

She didn't like exercising so she was out of shape.

Both of her legs were sore so she tried massaging the pain away with her hands.

"So tired," she murmured.

She heard footsteps approaching, but when she looked up to see who it was, she was surprised to see that it was Randi.

Shocked and confused, Michelle thought, 'Didn't she say that she was too busy to accompany me?

Besides, the elevator doesn't work.

How did she get here before I did? She should have come up behind me if she also took the stairs.'

Michelle blinked and asked, "How did you get to the eighteenth floor so quickly?"

"I took the elevator. They repaired it just after we parted. You should hurry up though because everyone is waiting for you." Although the other woman looked exhausted, Randi pretended not to notice.

Michelle shakily got to her feet, but she remained unsuspecting. Instead, she sounded really pleased as she replied, "So the elevator's working again. That's great. I thought that I had to take the stairs again after we wrap up the photo shoot."

Randi frowned at her. She stopped and stared at Michelle for a while with a complicated expression.

'Is she really stupid or is she just pretending to be?

And if she really is dumb, shouldn't she still know that she should keep her distance from another woman's fiance?'

She decided to test the photographer first.

"I have a question, Michelle." Randi was about to take a step closer, but when she noticed that the other woman reeked of sweat, her nose wrinkled and she kept her distance.

Seeing her reaction, Michelle smiled apologetically. "Sorry. All that walking made me sweat a lot. What did you want to know?"

Keeping her gaze steady, Randi asked, "Do you have someone you like?"

"Huh?" It was normal to feel confused if a stranger suddenly asked such a personal question. "Why are you asking me that? I kind of expected a question about today's photo shoot."

"I was just curious." And Randi really wanted to know so she persisted. "So do you like someone or not?"

"I do." Michelle visualized Leon's handsome face and smiled sweetly.

Randi continued to grill her, "Really? What's your relationship with him?"

Michelle wanted to announce that they were in love, but she was aware that Valerie was around and that Randi was acquainted with the woman. If she told Randi about her relationship with Leon, everyone would eventually know about it.

She thought, 'If Valerie knew, the next person who'd hear about it would be Bryant.

And then Wynn would know.

And if Wynn learned about it, so would Nini. No, no, no. I can't let Nini and others know about it.'

Her relationship with Leon wasn't stable yet. If he broke up with her one day, everyone would feel bad for her and that would be embarrassing.

So she was determined to keep their relationship a secret for now.

"We should go to the studio. I've kept them waiting long enough." Michelle was not a master at changing topics so she sounded really unnatural.

Randi felt surer that the relationship between Michelle and Leon wasn't innocent.

That had to be the reason why Michelle couldn't own up to it.

When she entered the dance studio, Michelle went around the room and apologized profusely to everyone before setting up her equipment.

But her legs were still aching, and she felt a little weak. Because of that, she tripped over a wire and stumbled to the floor.

With equipment that was worth tens of thousands dollars in her hand, her first instinct was to protect her gear. She hit the floor with a bang.

It was an accident

so everyone else in the venue was stunned.

For a moment, even Valerie didn't know what kind of expression she should make.

Michelle gasped in pain, and her eyes filled with tears.

The make-up artist, who had been standing closest to her, quickly came to her aid. "Are you okay?"

"Thank you." When she was in so much pain, Michelle couldn't bring herself to claim that she was fine. Ever since she was a child, she disliked getting hurt. Now, she also felt embarrassed and wanted to cry.

She clumsily tripped over a stray wire, and now, many people were staring at her. At the age of twenty-five, she didn't cry so easily for fear of getting laughed at.