I paused for a moment and sighed, "To be honest, it's a bit lengthy to explain." Shannon waved her hand dismissively and poured herself a full glass of Moscato. "No worries, we have plenty of time today. Take your time." I glanced enviously at her small glass of clear, fragrant wine and reluctantly said, "Alright..." In truth, I wanted to keep it brief, but as I began speaking, I realized there were many details I couldn't omit. As a result, time flew by unnoticed, and an hour had passed. I must say that pouring out my feelings is truly an effective way to release pent-up emotions. After this lengthy conversation, I felt much lighter. With Shannon, I could speak my mind without any reservations or the need to hide anything.After I finished speaking the last word, Shannon seemed somewhat melancholic. "To be honest, I think what my goddess said to you makes a lot of sense." "Think about it, even though you claim to have always treated Nicholas Scott as a friend, he doesn't see it that way. In this situation, if you continue to be by his side every day, acting like a friend and caring for him, it will only make him more stubborn and unable to let go. He might even misunderstand and think you're giving him hope." "And if you constantly emphasize that you don't like him and only see him as a friend, that would be too cruel." Of course, I knew Scarlett Williams was right, and I wasn't angry with her. Sigh, I really want to take a sip of wine. I feel so suffocated. But seeing Shannon holding onto her glass of wine, I knew it was hopeless. I could only resign myself to taking a sip of my own juice. The liquid, not very cold, flowed down my throat, and the sweet taste somewhat comforted my emotions. "I'm not stupid, of course I know what my goddess said is right! I'm just... surprised and then I feel guilty." "Shannon, I always thought it was ridiculous that he liked me. I mean, where did I get such charm? And because of me, he's been torturing himself." Shannon clicked her tongue and said irritably, "Get lost! It's not about charm or lack thereof. I think you stumbled upon a stroke of incredible luck." "Oh my god, my idol, the idol that thousands of girls and women fantasize about, the idol who appeals to people of all ages and genders, actually fell for you." "Liliana Zanetti, let me tell you, thank goodness we're best friends, otherwise I would have squeezed the life out of you in a minute." I rolled my eyes in disbelief. The atmosphere, which was originally quite melancholic, suddenly became comical. "Don't think I'm joking. If this gets out, all those Nicholas Scott fangirls and wives will drown you in their spit." "Of course, your husband Dominic Hartnell is quite talented, but you must not underestimate the power of fans. They can definitely shake you up." Watching Shannon's mouth move incessantly, I seized the opportunity to stuff a piece of short rib into her mouth. "Yes, yes, maybe I underestimated them." Shannon immediately grabbed the short rib and started munching on it, while continuing, "Actually, I saw through it a long time ago. I always felt that he treated you differently, but you were blind and focused on another man." "If you ask me, my idol is a million times better than yours. It's such a waste." "Now, reality has truly hit you, do you feel the pain?"Shannon's interruption left me speechless, and I looked at her with a mix of anger and amusement. But I was truly foolish. How did I not notice Nicholas Scott's feelings for me before? If I had realized it earlier, maybe I could have salvaged the situation and it wouldn't have turned out like this. Shannon and I continued eating risotto and chatting until after three in the afternoon. We didn't eat much during the actual meal; most of the time, we were just talking. It's a good thing we came here today because in a different place, we wouldn't have been able to chat so peacefully. After leaving the risotto restaurant, Shannon dragged me to the commercial street. She said shopping is the quickest and most effective way to make a woman happy. I didn't want to go home so early, so I didn't oppose Shannon's desire to shop.While shopping, Shannon brought up the idea of adding illustrations to the manga and publishing a hardcover edition, as well as organizing a book signing event. I didn't have any objections to the other ideas, as it's understandable for the publishing company to want to make more money during this trend. But I wasn't interested in the book signing event. I didn't want to steal the spotlight or ride on the wave of popularity. And, every time I think about how "Just Want to Stay with You" became popular because of Nicholas Scott's sacrifice, it makes me feel uncomfortable. The comic book, which is clearly a love story between me and Dominic Hartnell, is now making me feel a bit uneasy. If I had known it would turn out like this, I wouldn't have stopped Dominic Hartnell that day. Maybe if Nicholas Scott hadn't been cast, I would feel more at ease now. Shannon wasn't surprised at all when I told her I didn't want to have a book signing event. She didn't try to persuade me; she just said she would talk to the publishing house about it later. Although I don't believe Shannon's nonsense, I still ended up buying a lot of things under her influence. Well, I got quite a haul; my hands can barely hold it all. Only after Shannon accompanied me until the people arrived did she leave in a taxi. I can't do anything about Shannon and Dominic Hartnell's mismatched relationship. As long as they don't fight, I'm fine with it. Dominic Hartnell held all the things I bought in one hand and naturally held my other hand. "You got quite a good haul. Looks like you had a pleasant shopping trip today." I pursed my lips and replied with a "Hmm." Dominic Hartnell turned his head slightly and gave me a meaningful look, but he didn't ask any further.It wasn't until we got in the car and drove for a while that I couldn't bear it any longer and said to him, "Honey, I bought all these things because Shannon said buying things can improve your mood." Dominic Hartnell held the steering wheel with one hand and didn't even look at me; he just replied with a casual "Hmm." Seeing his indifferent reaction, I suddenly felt unhappy. "Honey, I'm in a bad mood, that's why I bought so many things." But all I got in response was another monosyllabic "Hmm." What does that mean, ignoring me with just a "Hmm"? "Dominic Hartnell!" Finally, he had a second reaction. He reached over and grabbed my hand, holding it tightly. "Now that you've finished shopping and let out your frustration, my dear wife, are you feeling better?" I pouted, glared at him with a sulky expression, and stayed silent.