Winning My Ex-Crush

Laird’s POV

The valet attendant immediately opened the door for her. Then he approached me to exchange the car keys for the valet parking card.

A red carpet was laid out at the entrance. Music played lively from inside, and congratulatory flowers were lined up in the lobby. Journalists and paparazzi shouted for her to pose in front of them. Flashing lights and camera shutter sounds immediately animated our arrival.

However, I shy away from the camera spotlight. I stepped back and let Fenella pose alone in front of the camera.

“Is he your boyfriend?” one of them asked.

She didn’t answer their questions and chose to continue posing. After Fenella was waving and blowing a kiss into the air, we immediately entered the club together.

Inside the club, there were celebrities from the entertainment worlds. I couldn’t even name them all, because there were so many. It’s as if everyone present was a VIP. My throat dried up as my nerves began to rise.

“You should probably start looking for Alan and Jessy,” I suggested as I scanned the room.

I let her link her arms with me again as if she didn’t want to be separated. We started walking through the club. The room was dim, with colorful neon lights on the walls. The music blasted, and everyone seemed to be having fun with their dances and drinks.

“Oh, there he is. Jessy!” Fenella immediately recognized the man named Jessy.

The brown-haired man turned immediately and looked at us. Upon seeing me, his eyes widened, and his gaze didn’t move from my face. I watched them approach each other, and she hugged him briefly.

“You already know each other,” Fenella introduced us.

“Ooh la la…” Jessy sighed as I shook his hand.

“Hey. Nice to finally meet you again,” I said briefly.

“I’m the one who’s very pleased.” Jessy smiled broadly with a slow, flirtatious tone.

Although Jessy’s attitude was very flirtatious, I didn’t care. As long as he’s not my rival, it’s all good.

“Ugh, I envy Fenella so much right now,” Jessy pouted playfully, squinting his eyes at her.

“Follow me. I’ll introduce you to everyone,” Jessy said confidently, nodding his head.

When Jessy said he would introduce us to everyone, he really meant it. I lost track of how many people he introduced us to until I felt like I couldn’t remember everyone’s names anymore.

“Stop bothering Laird,” Fenella pouted amidst the model crowd.

“Oh, you’re so possessive, Fenella. When else could we meet such a handsome man as Laird? Right, guys?” Jessy asked the people around us.

They immediately responded with cheers and nods of agreement.

“Yeah, Fenella. Let Jessy flirt with Laird. He’s obviously more suited to be a celebrity than a lawyer,” Greg joked lightly.

I could only smirk hearing those comments. Turns out she had many friends. I was getting nervous as I was deciding if each of them was my rival or just her gay friend.

My arm kept creeping around her waist. I put my hand on her back now to show that we’re together. The effects of whiskey, jealousy, and Fenella’s scent made it difficult for me to stay calm.

“Fenella.”

I turned to a voice calling her name. My forehead furrowed in confusion when I saw a man appear before us. Again, I didn’t recognize him, but it seemed Fenella did.

I glanced to see Fenella’s expression. Her mouth hung open, and her forehead creased as she looked at the man. Then, I glanced briefly at Jessy, who also had a puzzled expression. The other models around us seemed not to recognize the man.

“Tom? What are you doing here?” Fenella asked the man, whose name apparently was Tom.

Tom approached us slowly. Fenella and Tom’s eyes remained locked on each other, though their facial expressions were different. He seemed hesitant to speak for a moment but finally gathered his courage.

“Fenella, I’ve heard the news about you. Please don’t do it,” he pleaded with a pleading expression.

“Do what?” Fenella asked amidst the booming music, sounding puzzled.

“I know I’ve wronged you. I know, maybe you blame me for all this. I don’t mind that, as long as you’re alive. I know maybe yesterday’s events shocked you, but please don’t do it.” That man moved closer, and this time his hand reached out toward Fenella’s.

“Do what?”

Fenella asked again, each word punctuated with emphasis. She also pulled her hand away from Tom’s. Her eyes even widened angrily at him, as if she were shouting a warning not to touch her.

Tom shook his head. He seemed to struggle to speak, licking his lips and swallowing. His face looked desperate, and then he finally took a breath. He raised his head and spoke clearly this time.

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Everyone around us gasped in shock upon hearing this, myself included, their eyes widening. Fenella spoke up sharply after a brief silence.

“What the fuck?!” Fenella clearly refuted Tom’s words.

“Ugh, Tom, I think there’s a misunderstanding here,” Fenella’s voice raised, looking around at the people nearby.

“There’s a misunderstanding, and I have no intention of suicide or any nonsense like that,” she said, raising her voice.

I stepped closer to Fenella. Immediately, the man glanced at me while I was squinting at him. Suicide? Was that man possessed? Besides, who is he?

“Tom, we need to talk. Come on, let’s talk outside and settle this misunderstanding,” she said.

Fenella shook her head and walked towards Tom. Her hand rose to start pushing his body to go with her. Unknowingly, I pulled Fenella’s other hand.

“Let me help. Let’s go together,” I said, offering assistance so that Fenella would not act rashly.

I didn’t want Fenella to be alone with Tom. Clearly, they had a problem, and I worried about her. Even though she said it was just a misunderstanding, what if she lied? I usually don’t like to interfere in other people’s affairs, but this time it’s different.

It’s about Fenella’s life.