"As long as you’re happy." Julian Campbell said with a smile, causing another wave of screams from the fans.
"Such a hot day, and you still came to see me. I’m really happy." Julian said, taking a sip of water, "Since we’re all so happy, let’s make it even better."
"Let’s welcome my guest—Ophelia Wilson!"
The fans erupted into cheers again, watching Ophelia Wilson come out dressed elegantly, triggering waves of screams.
Ophelia Wilson, also a popular singer, her songs are deeply emotional, like a refined lady narrating a story, with a distinctive charm.
Not only a singer, but she also ventured into the film industry, making her a triathlon in both performances and music.
Her appearance ignited even more enthusiasm among the fans.
Unknowingly, the concert was nearing its end. Reluctantly, everyone gathered their things and left, still discussing the exciting moments with their companions.
"Julian’s style today was so stunning."
"What do you mean ’style’? Julian himself is stunning!"
Sophie Wilson was still seated and hadn’t left immediately. Charles Seymour glanced at her and asked, "Why aren’t you leaving yet?"
The tone, which even he didn’t notice, was a bit jealous.
"There are so many people. What if you get squashed?" Sophie asked with a smile.
Charles was taken aback and responded woodenly, "Hmm."
The reason... was actually quite good.
Sophie chuckled inwardly, realizing how easily satisfied someone could be.
Being in a relationship with him was truly easy and comfortable.
The more Sophie looked at Charles, the more content she became. How was she so lucky to meet such a great guy?
Basking in her happiness, Sophie waited till most people had left, then stood up, reached out her hand to Charles, and said, "Let’s go."
By this time, there wouldn’t be a crowd to push him around.
Looking at the delicate little hand extended before him, Charles reached out, seemingly nonchalant, yet seizing the opportunity to hold it.
Meanwhile, his long fingers subtly moved, intertwining with hers, a satisfied smile flashing in his eyes.
This subtle, charming gesture didn’t go unnoticed by Sophie, and apart from a little "teasing" him, she naturally held his hand.
"Hey... where are we going?" Sophie, led by Charles for a while, realized they weren’t heading towards the exit.
"Follow me." Charles didn’t explain, only giving her these three words.
Sophie didn’t question further, just followed him.
This whole-hearted trust made Charles feel as if his heart was soaking in honey, sweet enough to melt.
"This is the last time, no more exceptions." Backstage, Julian threw his jacket onto a nearby chair in annoyance.
"Okay, okay, absolutely the last time." Julian’s manager quickly smiled and reassured his artist.
"It’s ridiculous." Julian said discontentedly as he sat down, removing his makeup carelessly, "Ophelia Wilson is so pretentious, it’s annoying just to see her."
"I promise it won’t happen again. This time it was the company’s arrangement, we really couldn’t help it." The manager kept offering words of comfort.
Julian snorted, saying no more.
He also understood the difficulties faced by the manager and the company, so he waved his hand and said no more.
The assistant walked in from outside and said, "Brother Campbell, someone outside is looking for you."
"Not seeing anyone." Julian replied without a second thought, still irritated, "Who needs to be seen?"