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I was a little surprised that he could call me ten times in a row. I remembered that half a month ago, our call records were mostly my outgoing calls or his missed calls. Now, the situation is completely reversed.

I was about to speak, but he spoke first with an anxious look on his face: "I'm sorry, yesterday... I went to pick up Orla, and we were surrounded by fans, so we didn't come out until very late. Last night... I thought it was too late, so I stayed near the company...

He explained, stumbling over his words, looking very guilty. I smiled and said, "I thought it was something else. It's okay. Didn't you often live in the company before? As an artist, there are many helpless things. I can understand all of this."

After I got up and went to the living room to eat, his face did not have the usual relieved expression, but rather a little unnatural. Maybe I was too considerate, so I stopped paying attention.

When I got to the living room, I found roast duck and some side dishes on the dining table. I glanced at him and sat down to eat. He sat beside me cautiously and considerately helped me pick up the dishes.

I was scrolling through Weibo and saw a pinned trending search: Henry clarified the misunderstanding and was not dating Orla . I immediately clicked on his Weibo homepage and the first thing he posted was a clarification statement: he already had a girlfriend and Orla was just a friend.

I looked up at him and didn't understand why he did this. In the next few days, he started calling me and chatting with me non-stop. Sometimes he would share stories from his crew or videos of filming with me, and even go home early to cook for me.

I always thought he couldn't cook, after all, he never cooked for me. When I had a fever, I asked him to cook some porridge for me, but he asked me to order takeout, saying that I was too hypocritical. Everyone cooks the same thing, but I still insisted on asking him to cook. Now he is willing to cook. It turns out that he knows the meaning of cooking for me, but he just didn't bother to do it before.

Now he has completely changed. He is willing to cook and even knocks on my door from time to time when I am working to ask if I want to eat fruit. This happens every day, as if he has been possessed. I was annoyed by him, so I made an excuse to leave and told him that my best friend had some emotional problems and needed my comfort, so I would stay at her place for the next few days.

Sure enough, without his interruption, my work went smoothly. I stayed in the hotel until he came to the hotel for promotion. I went out for a walk to find inspiration and saw him in the lobby.

I preemptively said, "I was just hanging out with my girlfriend, why are you here?"

His eyes were slightly red and his voice was trembling as he said, "I'm here to work. How is your bestie feeling?"

I was stunned and said, "Very good."

His eyes dimmed and he seemed to have mustered up great courage and asked, "Are you going home today?"

I paused, thinking about the unfinished work and said, "I'm afraid it will take me a while."

But after I finished speaking, he looked like he was about to collapse, his eyes misty, and he said, "I asked the front desk that you have been staying in the hotel these days."

I was speechless after my lie was exposed. He asked again, "Do you know what day it is today?"

My mind went blank. He continued, "Willow, today is my birthday."

I picked up my phone and checked the time, then I realized it was his birthday. I opened my eyes wide, smiled at him apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, it's my fault I forgot. I'll go back and celebrate for you right away."

I pulled him away but he didn't move. He looked at me with his red eyes, as if waiting for my further explanation or action.