My Love for You Broke Me

Chapter 689 Men Are So Stingy

Amy took May to the director's office for an interview. It had been an hour since May and I left the film set. I asked her how she felt inside the car, and she shook her head. "Nothing special, just nervous. Fortunately, it went smoothly."

I encouraged her, "You can give it a try."

May sighed. "But I have to hide it from Sir Larson."

"Yes, keep it a secret for now. After all, he is a wealthy man and may not understand you... But once he finds out, you should explain it to him."

May's eyes were filled with sadness as she said, "Ree, you should know how inferior I feel. Actually, I never felt these negative emotions before. Whenever I see Alba... I finally understood how he felt when looking at me... I never thought I was inferior to anyone before and even thought I was excellent. But as I got to know more talented people, and after I married Rudy, my sense of inferiority gradually appeared. I tried to learn and enrich myself. But when my painting skills showed some improvement, I broke my wrist, which was a fatal blow for me. That's also the reason I can't forgive Rudy. He destroyed the pride I had worked so hard to maintain. However, after marrying Alfred, my sense of inferiority became even heavier. So, I actively cooperated with the treatment given and tried my best to pick up painting again. I am eager to succeed, but there's only a slim chance. I thought... I was just thinking of trying to be an actress. Maybe I can succeed this time and won't have to rely on anyone anymore. Of course, I am not doing it for money. I just want to make myself feel less insignificant and have a sense of security."

I have always known about May's emotions. Amy must know too. Otherwise, she wouldn't have suggested that May audition for the role.

We both knew how much May wanted to succeed.

She wanted to heal the pain in her heart, including the pain caused by Rudy.

That pain prevented her from facing Alfred.

Sir Larson should also be aware of that, right? After all, he is very smart.

"Yes, all those sayings about the importance of feelings between two people are bullsh*t. What matters the most is that you feel at ease with yourself."

I fully agreed, "You have my support."

"I will pick up painting again."

"Yes, I believe in you."

It wasn't too late in the day when we returned to the teahouse, so I planned to make two small cakes here, one for Alicia and one for Shawn.

But I wasn't sure about Alicia's preference, and Shawn certainly had no idea. I suddenly remembered that Shawn had asked me to invite Charles to the children's first birthday party, so I took out my phone and contacted Charles.

I asked calmly, "How have you been recently?"

"Thank you for your concern, Renee. Everything is fine."

I mentioned, "It'll be the Little Master and Little Lady's first birthday in a few days, and we would be inviting relatives of the Xenos Family and some old friends. Several of the concubines would be attending, so I would invite you as well."

replied, "Sure,

Anthony send you the invitation

"Thank you for remembering

flavor

likes red velvet cake," he

up and asked May, "I can make desserts, but I have never made a red velvet cake. Can you

a master at

"Sure, I'll teach you."

the cake, it was already late, and May and I were hungry,

to the teahouse, we saw someone sitting in the innermost booth. It was a familiar face, still as handsome as always. He wore a light blue

waved while

Larson smiled

smile was cold and

from him, saying, "Long time

him, "Why didn't you

a hotel to avoid

matters he mentioned

that, I wondered what Rudy's condition

face turned pale as she offered, "Let me

I

that's why I came back to

Alfred was quite frank.

with Rudy. She doesn't know about that. It's just that you seem to have not given her enough sense of

replied calmly,

to say these things to Alfred because he understood May's thoughts better than I

whether he was willing to

mind, I'm going home

you for

Alfred suddenly thanked me.

nothing. We

hearing that, Alfred suddenly asked me a fatal question, "Are

"Are you talking

tea. I took the two cakes and left the teahouse, but Alfred's words kept echoing in my mind. Could