Only you in my love

By 9 p.m., the shooting had already been finished. After the model had left, only the staff remained to clear the studio. Sitting on a wooden box prop, Michelle inhaled a deep breath. When all the noises finally lulled, she heard her stomach grumbling.

"You haven't eaten your dinner yet?" Caroline walked over and sat down beside her. Since the wooden box wasn't designed to accommodate two people, only half of her buttock was occupying the seat. "Thank you. You did well today." Her praise filled Michelle with energy. Her eyes lit up as her smile flashed. "Thank you, Caroline!"

"You're really good with figure photography. But as for the scenery..." Caroline cast a glance at her, which made Michelle lower her head in shame. "I still need more practice with it," she mumbled under her breath. "I usually take pictures of different sceneries every weekend."

Caroline patted Michelle's head and smiled. "Well, if you're hungry, go home and have dinner first. I also noticed that your phone kept ringing while we were shooting. It was a strange number, so I ignored it. It rang several times, but then stopped. I think it's a prank call." Michelle smiled and stood up. "Caroline, I'm leaving now. I'm so hungry."

"Go ahead."

Michelle waved goodbye to everyone and left with her bag. She took out her phone and saw that it was turned off. 'It must've run out of battery. Maybe it was because of the prank calls that Caroline mentioned.'

Thankfully, she had some cash in her bag. Otherwise, she wouldn't have money to take a taxi home.

With her eyes focused on her wallet, she wasn't paying attention to what was in front of her. Her forehead bumped into someone's chest.

Her petite body buckled from the bump, and she was forced to stop in her tracks. Then, a broad hand grabbed her wrist, and a clear voice from above loomed over her. "Watch where you're going."

As a boss, Tim was used to scolding his subordinates. Time and time again, Victor had to remind him to be more gentle with women. So he tried to sound nicer in front of Michelle, but he still sounded as though he was going to shout at her any second. He applied so much pressure on Michelle's wrist that she started to wince in pain.

A sense of panic came over her. She tried to pull out her wrist as she apologized and begged as though she was a frightened rabbit about to be hunted.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it. Please let go of my hand!"

Tim frowned. Her hand WAS so soft that he didn't want to let her go. He licked his lips as he looked down at this cute, helpless girl. Lustful thoughts began to run wild in his imagination.

Victor, who was hiding in the dark, shook his head and sighed. 'He can't force a delicate girl like Michelle like that. He'll need to lie to her and win her heart slowly.'

He threw his cigarette on the ground and shredded it with his shoe. He walked over to them with a huge grin and shouted, "Mr. Shen!" When he stopped beside them, he pretended to be surprised. "Hey, aren't you Michelle?"

When she heard her name, Michelle finally had the courage to raise her head. But when she saw the fierce face under the dim light of the street lamp, she couldn't help but tremble slightly.

'He looks so scary,' she thought.

"It's you. I'm so sorry," Michelle stammered apologetically.

"It's fine. We're all acquaintances here." Noticing the thick tension in the air, Victor tried to clear up the possible misunderstanding. "Mr. Shen, let go of her. You're scaring her," he whispered to Tim's ear.

Tim glanced at him and reluctantly let go of her hand.

Michelle rubbed her wrist as she winced in pain. Meanwhile, her stomach grumbled for everyone to hear, making her even more embarrassed than she was now.

"You haven't eaten your dinner yet? What a coincidence! We also haven't eaten yet. Let's have dinner together," Victor offered.

Tim understood what he meant and nodded. "Let's have dinner together."

"No, thank you. I think I'll go home and eat. Thanks for the offer, though," Michelle refused, a trace of the fear she felt seconds ago still lingering in her voice.

When she was about to walk past them, she felt something grab her arm.

Cold sweat started to run down her forehead as her heart pounded violently against her chest.

"I just squeezed your hand and hurt you quite a bit. Have dinner with us. Think of it as my way of saying sorry to you." Tim looked menacingly at her. Although his words suggested he was inviting her to dinner, the tone of his voice made it sound as though he was ordering her.

Victor watched on and was impressed. 'Well done.'

"I bumped into you just now. That makes us even, okay?" Michelle tried to pull her arm away and looked up at him.

Tim started to become obsessed with how she looked. Slowly, he loosened his grip on her arm.

He looked straight ahead and demanded, "Cut the crap! Just accept the damn invite."

A shiver ran down her spine. Michelle glanced around to see if anybody was there but found no one. Since her phone was dead, she couldn't contact her friends. She was afraid that if she irritated him even more, he might kill her. So she had no choice but to obey. "Okay..." she said reluctantly.

A faint smile appeared on Tim's face. 'Sure enough, if talking to her nicely doesn't work, being fierce would do the job.'

At John's wedding, Tim had talked to her nicely. However, she no longer contacted him afterward.

She got in his car and sat next to the fierce Tim. The entire time she was around him, she felt like she couldn't move a muscle, as though she was trapped.

She had met Tim on three separate occasions. The first time, she was so scared of him that she accidentally dropped her camera. The second, she ran into him and almost dropped her bridal bouquet. She told him that she would pay for his medical fees, but he didn't call her afterward to ask for it.

Today, she bumped into him again by accident. This time, he didn't ask her to pay his medical fees. Instead, he invited her to dinner as his means of apology.

Aside from being fierce, her overall impression of Tim was that he was really strange.

She stole a glance and saw a scar on his eyebrow that shone under the reflection of the car's roof. It looked as it was a remnant of a sharp knife wound.

She was curious to know more about it but was too afraid to ask him.

While Victor was driving, he noticed the eerie silence that filled his car. He glanced at the rearview mirror, and when the lights turned red, he said to Michelle, "Don't be so nervous. Mr. Shen's very kind. He just wants to make friends with you, that's all."

"Make friends?" Michelle had never met someone who would make friends in such a rough manner. He neither smiled nor spoke. And whenever he did speak, he sounded so fierce that it was better if he hadn't spoken at all.

When Tim didn't say anything, Victor continued boldly, "Yes, Mr. Shen likes you..."

Michelle didn't know how to react. "Like me?"

"Your photos. Mr. Shen likes the photos you took."

"Oh, I see." Michelle smiled and remembered something. "Where did you see my photos?"

"Well..." Victor didn't know how to answer.

"On Weibo," Tim answered. "You update your photos there every week. Last week, you posted a photo about BL Alley, but there was only one picture."

"Yeah. That's right! That was because my camera was broken at that time. I wasn't able to take many photos. Only one came out as good. Do you really like my photos?" She turned to look at him. The fear on her face seemed to have dissipated, and had already been replaced with an excited smile.

"I'm your fan."

"Thank you!" Her eyes lit up.

The more Tim looked at her, the more he wanted to take her home and throw her onto his bed.

Since they already had something in common, the tension between the two evaporated.

After they ate dinner, Tim drove her to the gate of her community. He got out of the car and handed her a brand new coat. "Put it on," he ordered. "It's cold at night."

Michelle looked at him and said, "I'm not cold."

"Just put it on."

"But I'm really not cold. Besides, I'm already at the door of my home. Thank you, though." She pressed her lips and smiled at him.

Growing annoyed by her insubordination, Tim raised his voice and scolded her. "Just do what I say and wear it! Don't talk so much nonsense." He forcibly wrapped the coat around her.

While they were having dinner, she thought that he wasn't as bad as she thought he was. But now, it seemed that she was right all along.

She had never seen such a fierce person before.

Her parents had never scolded her.

Even Leon wouldn't scold her.000000