Don't Just Speak Love by Chalie Teh

Author:Chalie Teh [Teh, Chalie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-10-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Archangel Israfel

Straight after Atward’s speech, Sir Albion whisked us out of the backstage area then stowed us in a shiny, black limousine parked in an isolated parking space. I was dazzled by the display of wealth, and even Sasuke seemed impressed.

I scowled, recalling what Sasuke had told me about Sir Albion. “So much for living humbly for the rest of his life…”

As soon as Sasuke and I were inside, Sir Albion and Atward—still carrying an unconscious Chaste—slid into the vehicle and sat opposite us. With this seating arrangement, it was almost funny, except that I wasn’t in the mood to laugh; it was like Sasuke and I were guilty suspects under close watch.

The ride was very quiet and—thankfully—very short. Before our seats were even warmed, the limo was pulling into Tokyo Dome Hotel’s driveway, which was entirely clogged by Atward’s fans. It actually took the chauffeur a good couple of minutes to move from the start of the driveway to the entrance of the hotel.

Before we exited, Sir Albion took over the job of carrying Chaste from Atward. Sasuke offered to help, but Atward declined it flatly. “Never allow any room for unfriendly paparazzi to write defamatory stories about you, Sasuke. You’ve been in this industry for a couple of years already, haven’t you? You should have known—one careless move and your career, your dreams, could all be jeopardised,” he chided, a little too ruthlessly. After all, Sasuke was just being the nice person he’d always been.

“Do you have to make him sound like an amateur?” I couldn’t stop myself from defending my friend. Honestly, I hadn’t known being a star would have so many restrictions. Like everyone else, I’d always thought they lived a glamorous lifestyle and got to do whatever they wanted, but apparently I was wrong. Moral of the story: don’t be too quick to judge. “He’s only trying to help, and I’m sure he knows his place in the industry he’s in.”

Atward’s eyes grew wide. He was apparently floored by my outburst, momentarily at a loss for words. When he spoke again, he stammered awkwardly, “Sorry—I don’t know what’s gotten into me—”

“It’s all right,” said Sasuke, offering Atward a genuine, radiant smile as someone pulled the car door open from outside.

Atward was first to get out, followed by Sir Albion and Chaste, and Sasuke and I clambered out last. Stepping out into the eyes of the public, Atward received a whole lot of attention immediately. Cameras and recorders from more than a dozen newspapers and TV stations were shooting him, while fans tried everything to get his attention. If I were him, I would have been irritated as hell, but Atward was gracious to every single one of them, signing as many autographs as he could along the path to the hotel.

As we walked into the hotel lobby, I gave Sasuke a light prod on his arm, mouthing a how at him when he looked at me. I was hoping he knew what to say to Sir Albion later, and fortunately enough, he doled out a comforting smile.

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