Chapter 238
**When the Stars Forgot to Return My Wishes p>
**Chapter 239 p>
“Could it be that Colin has succumbed to Autumn’s allure as well? Tsk, tsk. How did we overlook the fact that Autumn could actually possess such striking beauty p>
The thought nagged at Grant as he observed the scene unfolding before him. “Back in the day, she was nothing more than Julian’s devoted lapdog, clinging to him like a shadow every waking moment. And now? Time and again, right under his nose, she’s snuggling up to other men p>
It was baffling to him, really. How could Autumn be so oblivious to the truth? She knew deep down that Julian’s heart was not hers to claim, yet she continued to cling to him with a desperation that bordered on tragic.
But now, witnessing Autumn’s sudden shift toward independence, playing a game of retreat to advance, Grant found her more unpredictable and dangerous than he had ever perceived her to be.
He cast a glance at the two of them, Colin and Autumn, lost in cheerful conversation in the distance, and let out a derisive snort. “Even if someone is momentarily enchanted by her looks, how long can that infatuation truly last? People are inherently fickle. A beautiful vase, utterly empty inside—stare at it long enough, and you’ll grow weary of its charm p>
“To him, Autumn was merely a decorative piece—an empty vessel trying to capture attention through fleeting novelty p>
“Isn’t this just her usual game? Always stirring up chaos while simultaneously revealing her own flaws. We’ve grown accustomed to her antics, so why waste our time? Let’s move on p>
In his eyes, she would forever remain a lapdog—one that would never shed its inherent nature. The moment Julian cast her a kind glance, she would come running, tail wagging, begging for scraps of affection.
It seemed that Julian had finally grown tired of her antics, no longer willing to engage. And since even her own husband had chosen to turn a blind eye, why should they, mere outsiders, intervene?
If Autumn hadn’t made an attempt to disrupt their plans, they wouldn’t have wasted precious time parrying with her in the first place.
Unbeknownst to them, Autumn had only taken a few steps when Colin approached her directly, his expression earnest.
“Miss Lewis,” he began, gesturing toward Wilson, who was surrounded by an eager crowd, “Mr. Lee is right over there, engaged in conversation. Why don’t you go and speak with him p>
After all, it was a well-known fact that everyone attending the expo was hoping for a moment of connection with Wilson. The sheer size of the throng surrounding him spoke volumes.
Almost the entire exhibition hall had converged there, each person vying for a chance to exchange a few words with him, as if that brief interaction could somehow guarantee their proposal would win his favor.
Autumn turned her gaze in that direction, but then she shook her head firmly. “There’s no need for that. If you truly possess the talent, you shouldn’t have to resort to currying favor with anyone p>
She continued, her voice steady and resolute, “If it’s merely a pretty shell devoid of substance, then no amount of flattery will ever grant you the opportunity you seek p>
Autumn had faith in Wilson’s integrity. Although she had never met him personally, his reputation had preceded him, and she believed he was not the type to bow to pressure or play favorites.
“Otherwise, why would he go through such lengths to silence public doubts p>
Colin listened intently, increasingly impressed by her conviction. Her words only deepened his admiration for her, and he found himself drawn to her even more.
“Miss Lewis,” he said, a warm smile spreading across his face, “you are not only exceptionally skilled but also remarkably humble. That is truly a rare combination p>
He couldn’t help but compare her to the other Miss Lewis from earlier, whose every gesture had exuded arrogance, a quality that was decidedly off-putting.
“Her expertise may be commendable, but when placed alongside yours, there’s an undeniable chasm p>
And in that moment, amidst the bustling crowd and the chaos of the expo, a connection began to form—one that neither of them could yet fully comprehend.
Dex Morgan
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