Hearing Gilbert’s words, Halsey stopped struggling and obediently got into the passenger seat of the Ferrari.
Gilbert slid into the driver’s seat, his face dark with frustration. “Are you really that curious about Dwight?”
At first, she refused to get in his car, but for Dwight’s sake he had agreed.
Halsey looked up at Gilbert. “Do you realize how strange you’re acting right now?”
Gilbert paused, taken aback.
“I’ve already stepped aside for you and Sienna,” she contined. “Now she’s your girlfriend. She’s got great boobs and a tiny waist, plus she’s into dance. Isn’t that the type you like? You should be with her. Why do you keep bothering me?
Gilbert gripped the steering wheel tighter. “L…”
“Gilbert, don’t tell me you’ve fallen for me,” she said, a mocking glint in her eyes.
The sarcasm in her gaze hit Gilbert hard, and he couldn’t hold back his frustration. He scoffed, “Get over yourself! How could I ever fall for you?”
“Good,” Halsey replied coolly.
She didn’t want his affection, especially not now. Overdue love was worthless.
Gilbert realized his feelings were driven by possessiveness. After all, Halsey used to revolve around him; and now, out of nowhere, she had shifted her affections to Dwight–His competitor. Of course, it left him feeling uneasy.
If Halsey was doing this to get his attention, then he had to admit she had succeeded.
Half an hour later, the Ferrari pulled up in front of a construction site. Halsey stepped out of the car.
She had never been to a construction site before, and the noise and chaos reminded her of Dwight’s living conditions.
She glanced around, and her little round–toed leather shoes accidentally sank into the mud, getting dirty all around the edges.
Gilbert looked down at her shoes. “Your shoes are dirty. Want me to clean them with a tissue?”
Halsey shook her head. “No. You said you were bringing me to see Dwight. Where is he?”
Gilbert nodded toward the front. “Over there.”
Halsey looked up and saw a group of workers in blue uniforms and yellow hard hats. Among them, one figure stood out–tall, cold, and strikingly handsome. That was Dwight.
He was working at the construction site.
Earlier, Alina had mentioned that Dwight worked multiple jobs every day, including at construction sites. It seemed she wasp lying.
Halsey watched Dwight, covered in dust and sweat, carrying a heavy bag of cement on his shoulder. He was focused on his work and hadn’t noticed their arrival.
Gilbert smirked. “See? That’s the guy you’re into. Why would you fall for someone like him?”
Halsey’s eyes followed Dwight as he lifted bag after bag of cement, his body bending under the weigh
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paid according to the immer of bags he carried, and at the moment, he had already lifted nine logs, his back hunched slightly under the heavy load.
Halsey turned to Gilbert. “Let’s go back.”
Without another word, she began walking away.
Gilbert was thrilled, knowing that once Halsey fully understood who Dwight was, she would realize the relationship was impossible.
“Now you see, Dwight is not the right person for you. You shouldn’t be with someone like him-”
“Gilbert,” she interrupted, her voice steady, “I’m leaving now because I don’t want to disturb Dwight. He has his pride, and I hope you’ll respect that too.”
What?
Gilbert froze; he thought Halsey had lost interest in Dwight but instead, it seemed she was protecting Dwight’s pride delicately.
