My Deskmate A Movie King Faked Cancer For Cash Chapter 14

My Deskmate A Movie King Faked Cancer For Cash Chapter 14

Julian’s schedule was packed.

Shoots, red carpets, brand campaigns.

Yet, he still called me via FaceTime every single night just to fill me in on every little detail of his day.

Tonight, my phone buzzed.

I had just walked out of the bathroom after throwing up.

Gulping down two pills, I swiped to answer.

On the screen, Julian was wearing a heavy black puffer jacket, light snowflakes dusting his dark hair.

“Hazel, it’s snowing here!”

“Once this shoot wraps, I’m taking you skiing!”

His eyes practically sparkled, making him look like an excited teenager.

I swallowed a sudden cough, keeping my voice steady. “I’d love that.”

A few minutes later, he posted a photo of two snowmen on his feed.

The caption read: “To many more winters with you.”

The comments were flooded with fans teasing him.

[I’ve never wanted winter to end so badly.]

[He is absolutely whipped.]

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[His desire to share everything is insane. How does his girl handle this?]

I clutched my aching stomach, laughing until tears ran down my face.

The moment the call ended, I ran back to the bathroom and threw up again, this time spitting out dark flecks of blood.

I stared at the red in the sink for a long time before wiping it clean, flushing the toilet, and crawling back under the covers.

The next morning, Julian sent a text: “I dreamed about you last night. You walked away, and I spent the whole night running after you but couldn’t catch up.”

I replied: “Dreams always play tricks on us.”

He texted back instantly: “Good. Because we have forever.”