Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute
Chapter 188 - She Feels Tired

Starry watched her finish the bowl of ginger tea in just a few seconds, and she swallowed the words directly from her mouth.

Probably in a hurry to drink, Filip let go of the bowl when the yellowish ginger water slid down his chin lips, and finally fell on the collar of that bathrobe.

That bathrobe is Edward's, Edward one meter eighty-three height is not short, but Filip net height is one meter eighty-seven, than Edward high three centimeters, three centimeters usually out to see not much, but put into a bathrobe above, it is very obvious.

Plus Edward to be on camera, on camera easy to show fat, Edward body shape slightly thin.

Filip is also not strong, but his shoulders are obviously much wider than Edward, and his body shape has obvious signs of exercise, although not as healthy as the gym, but also Thucydides is strong and sturdy.

So the bathrobe is not just not long enough on his body, but also not wide enough at the shoulders.

The bathrobe was originally loose, Edward wore it loose, but when it came to Filip, it was a bit like regular clothes.

Shoulders propped up the bathrobe, the collar was more open than when it was loose, that ginger fell right on the collar, but Starry's eyes couldn't avoid falling on that firm chest.

She subconsciously averted her eyes and glanced out the window, and it was raining, crackling, as if to smash the windows.

It's raining so hard, and Starry can't afford to kick people out.

Starry took the bowl, "You can go to the study if you want to work."

Filip did come straight from the office to the police station, he had a meeting but put it off.

This meeting can only be pressed to open tomorrow, tomorrow to meet, some documents he will have to deal with today.

Filip didn't refuse: "Okay."

He wiped the corner of his mouth and watched Starry's back as she turned and walked into the kitchen, her dark eyes moving slightly.

Filip collected his eyes and looked at the location of the living room, that basket inside the pill box is gone, and there is no pill box on the desktop. Starry hasn't been to her follow-up appointment yet.

When he heard footsteps, he withdrew his eyes, "What do you want to eat tonight, I'll have Austin send it over."

Starry gently shook the water from his hands, "I'm all right, you arrange it."

With that, she said nothing more and turned around and went upstairs.

Filip thought she had gone to her room to rest, stood for a moment, turned and walked to the study on the side. Today's rain fell heavily, as if to compete with yesterday's rain in the end who is more powerful general. The computer in the study has no password and the desktop is clean with only a few folders.

Filip logged into his email address, downloaded the electronic file sent by Austin and started browsing. He worked efficiently and effectively, and it took Filip almost an hour to read a few documents at a glance.

By this time it was 5:30 p.m. Filip looked at the time, loosened his shoulders, and got up to go see Starry.

She didn't have a follow-up appointment, and with what happened today, there's no guarantee that she won't break down inside her room like she did before. Thinking about that night, Filip's feet subconsciously quickened a few points.

Starry's room is on the third floor, just walk to the far end.

The bedroom door was closed tight, he could not enter, and looked at the phone time, thin lips slightly pursed, he still raised his hand and rapped the door: "Starry?" Yet the people inside didn't react at all.

Filip stood in front of the room for two minutes and finally left.

The rain is still falling, so dense that it's almost impossible to see outside.

Filip went to the balcony, took out his cell phone and called Austin, asking him to send someone over with food later.

Austin on the other end of the phone knew he was here at Starry's, and just answered, not daring to ask anything.

But in ten seconds or so, Filip hung up.

He was about to turn around and go up to the third floor and knock on the door when he suddenly saw a figure standing there in the garden amidst the heavy rain. Filip frowned for a moment, turned and ran down.

There was an umbrella bucket next to the entrance door, which had several umbrellas in it, and he casually took one and opened it and went outside.

It was raining hard and windy, Filip was caught off guard with his umbrella, and when he went out, the umbrella was blown askew.

However, so much rain, that umbrella can not stop much, not to mention also so much wind, his body bathrobe soon wet.

Filip did not care, he walked quickly to the second floor to look down the place, just turned the corner, he saw Starry standing there with an umbrella.

He ran over, "Starry?!"

It was raining heavily, and Starry faintly heard Filip's voice. She thought she heard wrong, and turned her head to see the person coming, and realized that he really came down too. Starry looked at Filip, "Why are you down here?"

He reached out and pulled her wrist back, opening his voice with a bit of anger pressed into it, "I should be the one asking you that."

She was standing there with an umbrella in such a heavy rain, is she crazy?

Soon, Starry was dragged back to the villa by him.

Back at the villa, Filip had the presence of mind to look at her.

I don't know how long Starry has been standing there, her clothes are almost all wet, her pants are dripping with rain, her hair in front of her forehead is wet with water, and it is sticking to her face unconvincingly.

Filip touched her hand and her fingertips were cold.

Starry stuck her umbrella into a bucket aside and lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking. It was a long time before she opened her mouth and said, "I'm sorry."

Her voice was a little deep, and Filip felt something was wrong as soon as he heard it.

He also put the umbrella in his hand back into the umbrella bucket and closed the door, isolating the storm outside: "Sorry, I wasn't in a good mood earlier."

Starry gave him a look, her hair was uncomfortable against her face and she raised her hand to brush it away, "I was trying to look at the roses."

She actually didn't want to do anything, but for some reason, after walking down with an umbrella, the whole person was like being dragged into a deep well all of a sudden.

She stood there and watched the rain break the roses into pieces, but the roses were defenseless, and an unexplainable sadness came up from her heart.

The rain was cold on her body, but it also gave her a painful sense of clarity.

She always thought it was over, but now she replaces that what can't be passed, won't be passed.

She couldn't move past it.

The realization made Starry desperate, and she looked up at Filip, her red eyes showing the same look she had that night: "Filip, they're miserable."

Filip looked at her and swallowed hard as he tentatively touched her, "I'll help you save them."

He scratched her chilled fingertips, and when he finished, he turned and reopened the door and walked out.

Starry watched him walk into the downpour, and soon the curtain of rain blocked his back and she was completely out of sight.

She felt tired, this kind of day was exhausting.

It would be nice if I could sleep forever.

The thought had just risen when the man who had disappeared into the rain returned.

He held a pot of roses in each hand, came in and put it on the left side of the door, only looked at her once, and then turned around and went out again.

Starry only felt a shudder in her heart, a feeling indescribable, as if, suddenly, someone tore the black curtain, so that the light penetrated a little into her world.