Mr. CEO, You're Just A Substitute

Chapter 92 We're Even Now

Starry was in high heels, so Hamish's pull made her lose her balance and then uncontrollably fall into

Hamish's arms.

She could smell the fresh scent on his clothes, which was different from the strong cologne on a thirty-

year-old man's clothes.

Starry was startled by the hug. When she was just to push him away, a loud bang rang behind her.

It was such a sudden accident that everyone in presence was shocked and scared, the crowd

transfixed, shouting and running away.

Edward was the composed and alert kind, so he rushed towards the stage as soon as he realized that

the chandelier was falling down.

Yet, he could not fly as a superman, so he could not take Starry away as soon as he wanted. His heart

almost stopped beating when he saw the light dashing towards Starry.

It was fortunate that Hamish saved Starry swiftly.

On the contrary, in order to pull Starry away from the falling chandelier, Hamish did not have enough

time to dodge it himself, which made his right arm lacerated by the decoration on the chandelier.

The right sleeve of Hamish's suit was torn and a long scratch could be seen on his bleeding arm.

The scratch was deep and even longer than 10 centimeters. Blood soon wet his suit and kept on

dripping to the ground.

Catherine noticed the blood first and she immediately asked someone to find a medical kit.

Starry quailed at the chandelier at her feet.

Had it not been for Hamish, she would have been hurt or even killed since she stood just under the

chandelier at that moment. It would be unimaginably horrid.

"Starry, are you okay?"

Edward was the first on the stage. Starry slightly shook her head at him and then turned to look at

Hamish's arm, "You're hurt."

The scratch on Hamish's arm claimed her attention immediately.

It looked scary, which paled Starry. With a quick mind, she commanded, "Edward, help Hamish."

Edward then also saw the scratch on Hamish's arm, so he did not object to Starry's request.

In the meantime, Izabella walked over to Starry and asked worriedly, "Are you okay, Little Starry?"

"I'm fine. But the chandelier hurt Hamish badly."

She turned to look at Declan and commanded, "Mr. Newman, please ask the captain to drive the yacht

back to the port. Hamish's arm needs to be treated as soon as possible."

"Okay, Miss Bradley."

Declan also planned to find the captain before Starry asked.

After such an accident, the drop in the yacht atmosphere was almost tangible. No one wanted to play

games anymore.

It was fortunate that the yacht was parked near a small island. According to the plan, they would settle

down in a hotel on the island after the Lucky Draw.

The scratch looked indeed scary. Although there was a doctor on the yacht, the doctor could only do

some simple treatment and Hamish's wound still needed to be stitched under local anesthetic.

It was already 9 pm when they went back to Araria City. Starry drove Hamish to hospital on her own.

Once in the hospital, doctors and nurses began their work. Until then did Starry and Izabella know that

the scratch was 13-centimeter long and the upper part of it was very deep, so Hamish altogether

needed 12 stitches and also to be vaccinated against tetanus. When everything was done, it was

already midnight.

Starry asked Izabella and Catherine to go home first since it was too late.

Edward wanted to stay at first, but when Catherine dragged him away. She recalled that recently, the

paparazzi, in order to reach their KPI, were following Edward everywhere he went to take photos of

him, because there was a new show of Edward soon to be out.

With medication, Starry followed Hamish out of the hospital. He suddenly paused, turned around and

said, "I'm a little hungry, Miss Bradley."

He looked her in her eyes smilingly.

Starry glanced at the bandage on his right arm and resigned, "Is there anything you want to eat?"

"Whatever you like. I don't have a picky stomach."

His words amused Starry and she grinned, "Then let's go to have some night dishes."

Was he really not picky on food?

It was impossible because Catherine once complained that Hamish was much pickier than Edward.

Yet, Starry did not debunk his lie and directly drove him to the east of Araria City.

The east part of Araria City was the old urban area. Compared with the modern skyscrapers in the west

part of the city, the residential quarters dotting the east part owned a more hectic and livelier

atmosphere at night.

When the night fell, some restaurants were still open and the delicious aroma of food filled the air.

Starry chose a porridge restaurant and entered with Hamish.

It was Saturday, so there were more people out for night dishes than usual.

In red, Starry looked like a blooming peony in the autumn.

She was eye-catching.

Yet, Starry did not care about whether she was the center of other people's attention. She ordered a

portion of porridge and then handed the menu to Hamish, "Help yourself."

Hamish took the menu and browsed it for a while. Then, he ordered the same portion of porridge.

After cleaning the tableware with boiled water, Starry asked a waiter to come and take their order.

In late-September, it was always windy at night.

Starry left her jacket in her car and the wind kind of froze her.

She slightly rubbed her arms to keep warm. Noticing it, Hamish raised one eyebrow, shrugged out of

his jacket, and then handed it to her.

Starry did not take his coat, "I'm not cold. The porridge will warm me up soon."

"Why did you rub your arms if you were not cold?"

"The wind."

Hamish raised one eyebrow again and said, "Take it even if you are not cold now. I believe that you

don't want to be so attention-grabbing here."

Without further objection, Starry took the jacket and draped it over her shoulders. Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

It smelt the same as Hamish. She dredged up the pull and hug four hours ago.

Starry composed her face and then her eyes slid up to Hamish's wounded arm, "Well, thank you for

saving me just now."

Had it not been for him, she would be in hospital now.

"Never mind. Not a big deal."

He leaned his body against the chairback and slightly waved his bandaged arm.

Starry smiled and said, "It's a big deal. You've saved my life."

"We're even now."

Hamish sounded indifferent.

The waiter was back with their porridge.

Starry lapsed into silence and drank her porridge slowly.

It was nearly 1 am when they finished their dishes. Starry offered to drive Hamish home.

There were much less cars on the road and the duration of red traffic lights was also shorter than in the

daytime.

When the green traffic light was on, Dillon turned sober, "Filip, is that Starry?"

His words made Filip frown, "So what?"

Although he tried to sound nonchalant, he could not help looking in the direction that Dillon pointed to.

He was sure that he could see Starry in the car several meters next to his car.

Beside Starry, there sat Hamish.