Chapter 337

'Who is that woman?' Layla was stunned.

Women are like this. Even if she trusts her lover, when she sees him pairing up with another woman, she still feels uncomfortable.

Layla felt uneasy as she watched them come in, shining brightly and attracting countless gazes.

Samuel helped the beautiful woman pull out a chair, and she smiled lightly at him, charming and sweet.

In Layla's understanding, Samuel was gentle to her but indifferent to other women, cold to the core. But he was different with this woman. Although not as gentle as with her, it could be considered pleasant.

She felt a bit off.

"Look! A handsome couple."

"Wow, really handsome! Tall, just my type."

"Of course, who doesn't like the domineering CEO type? I love it! Seems familiar. Ah!! I remember now. He's Samuel, the heir of the Holland Group!"

"Samuel!"

There was a chorus of admiration.

"So, he really is a CEO!"

"Heavens, I didn't expect to meet Samuel here. How lucky."

"Didn't Samuel just call off the wedding with the heiress of the Eilish family recently? Who is this woman?"

"Of course, it's his new girlfriend. With Samuel's status and looks, women naturally flock to him. I wonder which heiress she is, so elegant, and she's a mixed-race too."

"Yeah, really beautiful, not inferior to Nora."

"So, never believe those Cinderella fairy tales. It's nonsense. Princes are always with princesses."

"Quite right. We can only have daydreams. A restrained man like Samuel must be wild in some aspects."

"Yeah, I think so too. Men with long legs usually have high sexual needs!"

"And it's said that men with prominent noses are lustful? His nose is so straight, thus his sexual desire must be strong."

"That suit of his is too sexy, perfect for role-playing. Yeah, if it were me, I'd definitely take it off one piece at a time."

"Well, I'd strip him right away."

Layla felt more nauseous than if she had swallowed a fly, as her boyfriend was fantasized about by other women.

No, Samuel wasn't her boyfriend yet.

"They appear quite well matched."

"Look, she is even eating Samuel's steak. She must be his girlfriend."

"She's smiling so sweetly."

"Samuel is so gentle. Look at the way she looks at him. I'm getting jealous."

Layla ate with her head down the whole time, not daring to look over, but her colleagues kept an eye on both Samuel and the woman with him, reporting to her constantly, making her feel uncomfortable.

She couldn't help but sneak a glance through the French windows, and he was smiling.

She shouldn't doubt him, nor did she distrust him, but that smile really made her chest feel tight.

Layla went to the restroom, and coincidentally, the beautiful woman came in with her phone. Layla heard that she was talking to her mother on the phone.

"Mom, I'm having dinner."

"Yeah, we met a few days ago. Of course, we're getting along well."

"He even confessed to me and gave me 999 roses in the hotel."

"Oh, Mom, why are you asking such private questions? We're all adults so some things happen naturally."

The woman coquettishly complained, her tone as sweet as honey.

Layla's hand trembled.

'Had they made love already? It couldn't be.' She thought.

"Yeah, I'm very satisfied with him, and he likes me too. We've discussed it, and barring any surprises, we'll be engaged this year. Mom, I really like him, and he loves me. We'll be good together. I promise I'll cherish it." The woman hung up the phone and placed it on the sink. Seeing Layla staring at her, she asked, "Is there something?"

Layla came back to her senses somewhat dazedly and shook her head. "No, nothing."

Her heart, however, was in turmoil from those words, feeling disoriented all along.

It was as if an angel and a ghost were fighting in Layla's head, one saying absolute trust, the other saying irrefutable evidence and telling her not to delude herself. The two argued back and forth, making Layla's head feel like it was about to explode, completely at a loss.

She had wanted to leave early, but they wouldn't let her go, pulling her to take photos and gossiping about Fanny until ten o'clock. Samuel and the beautiful woman didn't leave either.

They chatted all night and had a great time.

And last night, he was chatting with her, and today, he quickly switched to someone else.

The sourness in Layla's heart grew throughout the night.

She walked out of the restaurant in a daze and couldn't help but look back, Samuel sipping his red wine, his smile charming.

He didn't even notice her.

It's said that when you deeply love someone, you will notice their presence within a hundred meters of you. Layla thought this sentence was wrong. Wherever she was before, he could always spot her first.

"Layla, what's wrong with you tonight?"

"Maybe just a bit tired."

"Tired already? We are going to a karaoke."

"Haven't sung in a long time."

"You guys go ahead, I'm not going."

"Come on, Layla, your voice is so beautiful. Singing karaoke must be great."

"Go." Cassandra held her hand.

"I said I'm not going." Layla forcefully pulled her hand away. The fire she had been holding in all night suddenly erupted, and her tone was sharp.

Cassandra stood there awkwardly.

"Have fun, you guys." Layla hailed a taxi. As it drove off, she couldn't help but look back.

Back home, Layla felt incredibly tired, didn't even feel like taking a shower, just collapsed on the bed, arms spread wide.

Glancing at her phone, it was eleven o'clock. 'Were they still chatting? Where would they go after chatting? The Hilton next door?' She thought.

She chuckled bitterly.

'Were they getting engaged? That woman looked like she loved him a lot, and he was very gentle with her.' She pondered.

Rationally speaking, after being together for so long and going through countless ups and downs, Layla trusted Samuel. However, it would be strange for a woman to remain rational at a time like this. She tossed and turned, unable to sleep, her mind filled with images of them happily chatting together, tormenting her nerves.

She had been suffering for a long time, probably close to two decades.

The phone rang.

Layla picked up the phone in a second. It was Samuel calling.

Layla's anger surged.

'You finished the date and finally remembered me. What do you take me for? Big jerk! Bastard! Why would I answer your call?' She thought.

Layla hung up. After hanging up, she felt a bit regretful. She should have questioned him to see how he explained the irrefutable evidence.

The phone rang again.

Without thinking, Layla hung up again.

It wasn't until the phone rang for the third time that she took a deep breath, put on a cold face, answered, and brought the phone to her ear.

"Baby, I miss you." A low and magnetic voice came from the other end of the phone, tempting her nerves.