Chapter 3 She's My Star

Parasol stopped crying and looked around. She saw many clothes scattered everywhere. No wonder Wilson had said just now that she should be a good wife. It turned out, he wanted her to do some household chores.

Wilson was such a bastard. Why did he have to play tricks on her? He could have just said that he wanted her to clean up the room.

This time, Parasol stood up silently and stared at the mess in front of her. Deep in her heart, she couldn't help cursing him. It was too obvious that he created the mess deliberately. He just moved in yesterday. His room couldn't be this untidy in a day.

Besides, he was a neat freak.

Parasol started tidying up the room without saying a word. From time to time, she would turn her head and steal a glance at Wilson, who was working at the other side of the room. It was Monday, so she wondered why he had to do his job in the hotel instead of going to the company.

Although she was full of misgivings, she didn't say anything. She went on with the task he gave to her until imperceptibly, half an hour had passed.

The whole time that Parasol was in Wilson's room, none of them said a word. Both of them did their own task quietly. But when she was done, she walked up to him and said, "I'm done cleaning up your room. If your room gets dirty next time, please call a cleaner to do the job for you."

Wilson raised his head and looked at her. He then said jokingly, "But I'm not used to having those cleaners touch my stuff."

"But your mother used to touch your stuff. Those cleaners are just like her." Parasol knew that he was deliberately annoying her, so she didn't want to be nice to him too.

"Parasol!" Wilson called out her name syllabically while staring at her. "Okay, I understand." Parasol gave in. In her mind, she told herself, 'Parasol, this man is wealthy. With his money, he can be willful. You can't do anything against him. If he gets angry and really goes to your supervisor, you're over.'

Seeing that Wilson went back to his work without saying anything, Parasol stood there and waited for about two minutes. When he still didn't speak, she said, "I'm done."

"Okay." It seemed that Wilson had already forgotten that she was still there. He looked around and seemed satisfied with her work, so he said, "You may leave now."

"Thank you." Parasol had never been this obedient before. She turned around and walked towards the door.

As soon as she walked out of his room, she found that her hair was a little messy. Maybe it was because Wilson dragged her just now. She stood at the door for a while and tidied herself up.

One hotel staff happened to pass by and saw her come out of the room and tidy up her clothes. Obviously, she was misunderstood. Seeing the strange look in her coworker's eyes, Parasol quickly explained, "Well, it's not what you think it is."

When she arrived at the front desk, her colleague, Ivy Yuan, said, "Parasol, you will be on duty tonight. You can go and have a rest now so you can come back later."

Parasol looked at her watch and said, "Okay. I'll go pick Missy up from school first."

"By the way, I have someone to introduce to you. He—"

Before Ivy Yuan could finish her words, Parasol interrupted her. "No. Don't make trouble for me."

"Aren't you tired of taking care of your child alone?"

"I'm fine. Don't bother yourself." Parasol then walked towards the hotel exit, leaving Ivy Yuan speechless.

She went home first to prepare dinner before she went to Missy's school to pick her up. After dinner, she brought Missy with her to the hotel.

Parasol liked working night shifts because it was more relaxed. She just hoped that Wilson would not cause trouble for her again. It was a simple request that she wished would be granted.

It seemed that God had heard her prayer. She had been on duty for many hours, but she didn't see Wilson. He didn't even bother her tonight.

Parasol thought that her night shift would end peacefully. However, she didn't expect that someone would come and trouble her again. Wearing a light purple dress, Lillian elegantly approached the front desk. As soon as she saw Parasol looking at her, she showed her beautiful smile and asked, "Parasol, are you on duty?"

"Yes." Parasol nodded. It was surprising to her that Lillian greeted her. After all, they were not familiar with each other. But now, Lillian acted like they were good friends. Lillian's behavior made her a little confused for a while.

"Are you looking for Wilson?" As soon as she asked the question, Parasol wanted to slap herself. It was so stupid of her to ask. Obviously, Lillian's only reason for coming here was Wilson.

'What's wrong with you mind, Parasol?' she scolded herself inwardly.

"Yes," Lillian answered with a big smile. She then walked towards the elevator.

At first, Parasol thought that she should call Wilson. It was their usual procedure if their guests had visitors. But then, she realized that it wasn't necessary. Lillian was his girlfriend, so naturally, she would come to visit him.

An hour had passed, but Lillian had not come down yet.

Parasol had been staring at the elevator, but she still hadn't seen Lillian.

She only came back to her senses when the phone rang. She picked it up in a hurry. "Hello? What can I do for you?" After listening to the other end of the line, she said, "Okay. I'll send someone over right away."

When she put down the phone, Parasol called one hotel staff and sent him over to the caller's room. Now that she was free, she began to think of Lillian again.

She wondered why Lillian stayed in Wilson's room for a very long time. But after a while, she forced herself to discard the thoughts in her mind. She had nothing to do with him anymore. Whatever he did with Lillian, it was none of her business at all.

Gradually, Parasol returned to her usual self. It seemed that she had been restless since Lillian appeared in front of her.

She couldn't help mocking herself. This was the difference between the ex-girlfriend and the current girlfriend. She, who gave him up before, now cared about what he was doing with his current relationship.

After doing their business, Wilson and Lillian stood in front of the French window, looking at the night view of the whole city.

After a moment of silence, Lillian said, "The house is ready. Do you want to move in there?" She was a little hesitant because she didn't know what Wilson was thinking.

Lillian knew the reason why he decided to stay in this hotel. She wasn't sure when he wanted to go home.

"Let's talk about it later," Wilson answered.

Lillian turned around and looked at him. When he was about to leave, she said, "She is on duty tonight. Missy is also with her."

Although Wilson didn't say it, she knew that he still cared about Parasol. In fact, he really wanted to know about Missy's background, even if she might not be his child.

Wilson stopped walking and looked at her without saying anything, then walked out of the room.

He went to the staff room and saw Missy there watching TV alone. He looked around, but he didn't see anyone else. Parasol was definitely at the front desk since she was still on duty.

"Star?" Missy happily turned around when she heard a sound behind her. But when she looked at the door and saw Wilson standing there, she was stunned.

"Star? Like a star in a movie?" Wilson asked, wondering why Missy called Parasol such a name.

Missy shook her head and said, "No. It's the star in the sky."

Wilson walked in and asked again, "Then why do you call her Star?"

"Because she is my star. Without her, I wouldn't be here." Missy didn't feel strange talking to Wilson.

Hearing the little girl's answer, he wondered if all children in the world called their mothers Star.

"Brother, are you looking for Star?" Missy asked. She looked at Wilson, who sat next to her.

"Brother?" Wilson frowned. He didn't like being called by Missy that way.

"Yes. Star said that you are a brother."

"Uncle! You should call me Uncle." He secretly cursed Parasol for teaching Missy to call him Brother.

"No. Star said you are a brother," Missy said firmly.

Wilson subconsciously rubbed his forehead. Missy was exactly like Parasol. They were both stubborn. He suddenly felt like he couldn't have a good chat with her.

He turned to the TV to look at the cartoon that Missy was watching. To change the topic about how she called him, he pointed at the TV and asked, "Who's your favorite from them?"

"Pretty Sheep." Missy also turned to the TV.

"Why?"

"Because it's pretty."

Wilson was rendered speechless.

All of a sudden, Missy looked at him again and asked, "Brother, are you with that sister?"

"Why? Is something wrong?" Wilson knew that she was referring to Lillian. Lillian was the only woman he was with when they first met.

"Star seemed unhappy. She steamed buns for dinner when we went back home that night. Every time she's in a bad mood, she would always say that she is hungry." After she spoke, Missy turned her eyes back to the TV. It was as if she was only talking to herself.

Wilson couldn't help smiling. Parasol was in a bad mood. Was it because she felt uncomfortable seeing him with another woman? Well, it was she who abandoned him because his family was poor.

Anyway, it wasn't what he wanted to talk about with Missy now. He wanted to know something else. So he asked, "Where is your father?"

If Parasol lived with Missy's father, she didn't have to bring the child with her at work.

"Star said he went far away, so I didn't ask anymore. I don't like him. He left Star and me."

Missy was a chatterbox. Wilson threw only one question at her, but she talked a lot.

Wilson thought that France was indeed far away from H City. Parasol dumped him because of Yves. He wondered why she didn't stay with Yves after she abandoned him.

He stood up and walked towards the door.

"Brother, are you leaving?" Missy quickly turned to him when she saw him stand up. She wanted him to accompany her for a while.

He stopped and turned to look at Missy. "Yes. Don't tell Star that I've been here, okay?"

With a smile in her eyes, Missy put her index finger in front of her mouth. She made a "hush" sound and said softly, "It's a secret between the two of us."

Wilson just nodded at her.

When Parasol heard the sound of the elevator, she turned her head just to see Wilson and Lillian coming out of it. She quickly looked down and pretended to be busy with her work.

Wilson went out of the hotel with Lillian. Through the glass door, Parasol saw that Lillian waved at Wilson and got in the red car.

Wilson stood there for a while and watched the car drove away. He didn't come in until the car disappeared from his sight.