CHAPTER 69: SORRY

The popularity on the trending list continues, and Mia Sutton’s Weibo followers are rapidly increasing, gathering a large wave of fans all at once.

On the other side, due to the scandalous rumors from that period, Martin Wright completely disappeared for quite some time, not accepting any offers, avoiding the spotlight, spending the initial period at home doing nothing, occasionally watching some scripts to pass the time.

More often, he thought of Mia Sutton; ever since he stayed at home, he could almost constantly think of her, Mia would tell him many interesting things when he was bored, would serve him a cup of coffee when he was tired, would see the meal on the table when he got home, although he had only seen the meal a few times because he found it unappetizing.

Now, he recalls every time he habitually calls out, the only response he receives is the cold and empty room.

Martin Wright sat on the sofa, his gaze low; it’s been so long, Mia Sutton should have forgiven him, right?

She should know those people were just acting for the scene; even in the past, there might have been arguments, but never for this long.

But every time he tried to contact Mia Sutton proactively, his finger would hover over his phone, ready to send a message, only to pause and eventually delete it, exiting the screen.

Now he sits on the sofa, with the now cold takeout still on the table, holding a tablet, expressionless, if there’s any expression, it’s confusion.

The tablet plays Mia Sutton’s "Cocoon," a video he has watched over and over again.

From initial shock to confusion, then anger, and back to confusion.

Today is the first time he’s watched "Shining Stars," to say honestly, it’s been over an hour since he started.

He opened the trending list for the first time in ages, clicked in because he saw Jensen Sterling, but unexpectedly saw Mia Sutton.

It’s Mia Sutton, yet somehow not quite her!

Clearly the same person, same appearance, yet seemingly transformed, standing on stage, bright and dazzling, so brilliant!

Martin Wright’s breath halted for a moment, then he quickly browsed the comment section, where the top comment revealed everything.

Following the comments, Martin quickly found the program, directly beginning from Mia Sutton’s part.

Initially shocked, the Mia Sutton in his memory wasn’t like this; she never mentioned she could do this, only said she was bored and joined the entertainment industry for fun.

Then came anger, a kind of rage for being hidden from, deceived; all these years together, he had never known, and she had never told him.

But thinking back, he seemingly never paid attention to Mia Sutton, whether in life or work, never at all.

Most of the memories involve telling Mia Sutton not to bother him.

If he had any kindness towards Mia Sutton, it might have been the slight tenderness stemming from her face when they first met.

The videos on the tablet have been watched repeatedly to who knows how many times, finally throwing the tablet to the side, he leaned heavily against the back of the sofa.

His hand reversed, palm covering his eyes, body somewhat depleted, perhaps silent for too long, his voice wore fatigue and hoarseness: "I’m sorry."

Finally, holding the video, watching every video of hers repeatedly, eyes filled with bloodshot veins, unwilling to put it down, as if torturing himself over and over again, again and again!