Love's New Bloom by Simone Hastings

Chapter 121 Devastation

May threw the magazine she held on the floor before leaving. Erin stared at it for a full five minutes, unable to muster the courage to look at it. Finally, after she exhausted her patience, she walked over and picked up the magazine.

Startlingly, she saw a photo of Chandler and Alana together in the most famous business celebrity magazine in the country. The photo was taken in Chandler’s study. The two of them looked like a match made in heaven. They were like the moon and stars, making one

marvel at how God created two people so perfect for each other.

Chandler, with his extremely handsome face, had a radiant smile that could light up a galaxy. Alana, with her captivating beauty, leaned affectionately in his arms. They both looked dazzlingly beautiful.

With a heavy thump, the magazine slipped from Erin’s hands and fell to the ground. She felt a wave of weakness and dizziness. She’d known all along that Chandler would hold that engagement banquet. But when the engagement banquet was published in an authoritative magazine like this, it felt like the final verdict for Erin’s love had been made.

The engagement was like an hourglass licking away in Erin’s heart, and the sand inside the hourglass felt like drops of blood that dripped continuously, suffocating her. The wound was much deeper than she’d imagined; it ran so deep that the marrow was visible.

In a daze, Erin walked out of the dressing room. Along the way, she passed by some people in the film and television industry who wanted to flatter Roman. Erin’s identity was already known by many, and she forced a weak smile at everyone.

It felt like a long time had passed before she finally returned to her hotel room. She closed the door and went straight into the bathroom. turning on the cold shower and letting the icy water flow freely to cool down her chaotic and bleeding heart.

Only when her brain, which was on the verge of breaking down, finally registered the coldness and realized that her body was absolutely enveloped in a trembling sensation, did she turn off the water mechanically.

After taking off her clothes, she put on a robe and lay down, trying to sleep. But sleep did not come to her. Her mind was filled with that

heartbreaking photo of Chandler and Alana together. She felt her headache intensifying, indicating that the side effects from standing

under the cold water were taking effect. She was sick.

and Erin’s consciousness

unconsciousness.

saw the magazine on the floor and picked it up. Just by looking at the cover, he could imagine what Erin must have felt at that moment.

“Roman, a crew member said

“Is the 16th scene in the afternoon scheduled at

said, “Yes, we still have two hours

Roman said, “Let’s go back to the hotel now.”

“Okay, Roman!”

manager and explained Erin’s situation. He mentioned that she might have fallen ill in

hotel

door to the hotel room was opened five minutes later, Roman didn’t let the stall and Ken go inside. He instructed Ken

the door.

his long hair slicked back into a low ponytail, appeared like an

Erin curled up under the covers. Her cheeks were flushed, and there were beads of sweat glistening on

called for

without hesitating. Ken followed closely behind

been waiting outside the hotel, photographed the whole process of Roman personally carrying his female assistant to the hospital. Within an hour, the news about this

to him. Chandler listened attentively, his dark eyes deep and inscrutable. He immediately checked the news on his computer and saw a photo of Roman, dressed in his

woman in his arms. Even in film and television dramas, such a situation would never occur. That was how Roman maintained

of Roman carrying Erin into the car, he was shaken

you

your zero–scandal record by openly carrying Erin like that?” Chandler felt a mixture of complex emotions while facing this close friend of his

sitting beside Erin. Looking at her arm that was hooked up to an intravenous drip, he felt

was in the hospital, coupled with the fact that he couldn’t