The Echo of Unsung Prayers Chapter 2

Because he and I belonged to entirely different social classes.

We were never on equal footing from the start.

Actually, Julian had done something like that for me, but not often—just once.

It was for a top-tier fashion resource that every female artist in the country fought tooth and nail for. Sarah had racked her brains figuring out how to get the brand to notice me.

But Julian used his private jet to fly me to Europe to attend a small, private dinner hosted by Dior's CEO. Upon my return, I received the invitation to be the brand ambassador for the Asia-Pacific region.

But I was quiet on the flight back.

While the plane cruised at an altitude of tens of thousands of feet, Julian knelt on one knee in front of me, cupped my face, and laughed in exasperation:

"Why are you suddenly upset for no reason?"

I wasn't angry. I just... didn't know what to say.

"Julian, everything you give me is too expensive. Please don't do this anymore."

Julian laughed, leaning in until our noses touched, his warm breath falling on my face: "Compared to my entire heart, what is this? We're dating. What's wrong with me treating you well? My only fear is that I can't give you enough."

His nuzzling tickled. I pressed my lips together, and the question I had wanted to ask remained unspoken.

If, one day, you don't like me anymore, how will we settle the score for all these things?

If you give your heart to someone else, what then?

Now, I already have the answer.

Regardless of whether he gave it or not.

He will take it all back.