Even her assistant and agent showed no warmth towards Delavan. The atmosphere in the room became tense due to his presence.
Unfazed, he approached Noelle, squatted down, and looking up at her affectionately.
“Noelle, it was my fault. I was deceived by that woman and betrayed you. I didn’t realize how much I loved you until you left me. Please forgive me, okay?”
Noelle sat in silence, her face void of expression.
Her assistant rolled her eyes at Delavan and scoffed, “Mr. Watts, you’re insanely shameless. Now that Noelle’s become famous, you suddenly want to apologize to her and win her back?”
Ignoring her sarcastic remark, Delavan fixed his gaze on Noelle and pleaded, “Noelle, I know I was wrong. Please give me another chance!
I really can’t manage without you. Come back to me, please?”
Noelle smiled. She had seen his true colors when he betrayed her by cheating on her.
She no Longer believed a single word he uttered, and only found his apology utterly ironic.
Recalling how Lucinda had dealt with deceitful men and women, Noelle slowly brought out a delicate dagger from the drawer, a memento from her last film.
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Seeing her handling the dagger, Delavan grew concerned and said with worry, “Be careful. Don’t accidentally harm yourself. I’d feel awful.”
A sense of disgust washed over Noelle as she handed him the dagger.
Wearing a serious and wicked expression, she said coldly, “If you truly value me more than your own life, then prove it by ending your own life with this dagger. Only then will I know that you truly Love me.”
His face paled and his shock was evident.
She could be easily fooled and manipulated before. Why was she so sharp now?
He took the dagger from her, but the fear of injuring himself held him back.
“Noelle, if I actually die, we can never be together again. Do you truly desire that?”
“But if you don’t die, how can you prove that you genuinely Love me and regret your actions?”
Delavan steeled himself to press the blade against his wrist and was hesitant for a long while.
Noelle reminded him, “I want more than a few drops of blood. Cut your wrist open and let the blood flow. Only then will I believe you.”
The mental image of that scene made him feel pain already. He trembled, causing the dagger to slip from his grasp and fall to the floor.
He clutched her dress, pleading, “Noelle, please don’t be so harsh.
We can go back to the way things were. I will treat you like a queen now! Come back to me!”
But Noelle raised her foot and delivered a hard kick.