At nine o’clock, Agnes and Ivan hit the road and headed to the airport.
On the way there, Agnes kept her trap shut, not trying to start a conversation Ivan, on the other hand, was fishing for stuff to talk about, trying to break the ice.
Finally, Ivan kicked things off, “Agnes, Jared can be a bit of a handful, huh?”
Agnes was taken aback, but not because of the question Ivan brought up She was surprised because Ivan’s “Agnes” came out so naturally, so affectionately, she wasn’t
used to it.
Ivan glanced at Agnes, like he’d read her mind. He laughed, “You better get used to me calling you that, I’m your manager now”
Agnes, who felt like Ivan had seen through her, blushed slightly and just replied with a simple “okay“. Then she said, “He’s actually great. Talented, gentle, and can cook. He’s a bit of a clean freak, but overall, he’s alright”
Agnes was telling the truth, she thought Jared was Mr. Perfect. Sometimes, his perfection made him seem out of her league.
Ivan just laughed, “That’s because you don’t know him well enough. He might seem perfect on the surface, but deep down, he’s stingy, strict, arrogant, and possessive”
Agnes frowned, her voice sharp. “You’re my husband’s friend. It’s not cool to say bad things behind his back..”
Agnes felt a little peeved
The fact that Jared would go for a drink with Ivan in the middle of the night showed they were as thick as thieves.
Ivan turned to look at Agnes, a smirk playing on his lips, “Husband…”
Agnes suddenly realized what she’d said. The word “husband” had slipped out before she even knew it
Ivan said, “Looks like you two made up. Last time Jared look you away, he looked pissed. I was worried there could have been some misunderstanding between you two But seeing you defend him like this, I’m relieved.”
Agnes finally got it. Ivan had been badmouthing Jared on purpose just to test the waters about her relationship with Jared.
They arrived at the airport in no time.
As soon as Agnes and Ivan walked into the terminal, they saw a sea of people at the exit.
It was clear as day that they were a mob of crazed fans there to welcome their idol..
Just as Agnes was wondering which celeb was coming, the crowd started to go wild.
Screams were flying left and right.
“Justin, I love you!!”
The crazy screams mixed with crying filled the entire airport.
First, a ton of security guards formed two lines in the crowd, creating a path. And then, surrounded by a bunch of assistants, the one and only Justin walked out, worshipped by everyone.
Yes, that guy. The hottest A–list male star of the moment. The newly crowned king of film, the heartthrob of the entertainment industry – Justin!
Agnes impression of Justin still stuck to that grand event a year ago.
Every time she thought of that incident, she couldn’t help but frown. Although Justin was the undisputed popularity king. Agnes was not a big fan of him.
Justin was wearing a white–grey linen shirt. Even though the color seemed a bit old–fashioned, he looked damn good in it.
To say Justin’s face could “launch a thousand ships” was far from an exaggeration. Even the most handsome guys in the entertainment industry would feel inferior standing
next to him.
Justin’s fandom wasn’t just girls, a ton of guys were also head over heels for his good looks. The most famous example was the billionaire’s son, Kevin. He spent a fortune confessing his love to Justin on a giant screen in Times Square, which even made international news.
Agnes turned to Ivan and said, “Don’t tell me we’re picking up Justin.”