This move was one I learned from Killian.
Whenever this guy sneaked my snacks and I asked him about it, he would put on a mysterious expression like this.
It was surprisingly effective.
Lorena Jimenez immediately frowned, looking very irritated:
"So your goal is to seduce Killian, right? No wonder I didn't succeed the first three times—it was you who sabotaged me!"
Three times?
I barely managed to keep my expression in check.
She adopted a tone of coaxing: "You're just a supporting character. Killian is never going to fall for you. Everything you've done is meaningless."
"Yes," I interrupted her, "it's very meaningful."
Because I know Killian likes me too, so everything has meaning.
I scoffed: "Who are you trying to impress with that confident look? If my existence really means nothing, then you wouldn't have failed three times."
I emphasized the word "three."
Clearly, Lorena Jimenez was furious.
She raised her coffee cup and tossed the warm liquid onto my face. Her voice became almost shrill: "What's there to be proud of? You're just a female supporting character, what do you have to compete with me? Killian and I are the destined leads!"
"Who decided that?" I raised my eyelashes slightly, looking at her coldly.
Lorena Jimenez was clearly stunned by my question: "This... this is the setting."
"To hell with your setting. What the hell are you people even?" I wiped my face, then turned and splashed lemon tea straight into her face.
It was just normal ice and normal sugar, I hadn't drunk much.
Lorena had a slice of lemon stuck to her left cheek, looking utterly ridiculous.
Her eyes went wide, and she completely forgot to react: "You, you're just a maid. How dare you treat me like this?"
"How dare I?" I sneered, flicking my wrist. "You say you're the protagonist? Why? Which one of us isn't living seriously?"
"Do you know how old I was when my dad sold me to pay off his gambling debt?"
"19. I had just started my first year of college. I was doing really well, I even won a first-place scholarship."
"When I was sent to Killian's house, I thought my life was over. It was Killian who helped me solve everything, pulling me out of that mess."
"I'm graduating this year, and Killian and I had already agreed that I'd go work at his company and become his partner."
"You guys have no idea what kind of person Killian is, just trying to put him in the role of a domineering CEO, like some puppet to fulfill whatever romantic scenes you think are cute."
I stood up and looked down at Lorena: "There will be people who like your type of girl, but that person will never be Killian."
She was clearly stunned by my words, and after a long pause, she finally squeezed out a threatening sentence:
"The system will never let you go! A supporting character can never change the plot."
"Never?" I sneered. "We'll see about that."
I threw down a stack of cash: "And who says I'm a supporting character?"
I, Patricia Calderon, have always been the protagonist of my own life.
When I got back, Killian was already frantic. The moment the door opened and he locked eyes with me, he bolted toward me, crashing into my arms.
It was a real "crash."
His 6'3" frame almost knocked me over.
I stumbled back a few steps, but thankfully, he caught me around the waist, preventing me from falling. "What are you doing?"
Killian rubbed his face against me: "I woke up and realized you were gone. Where did you go? You slept with someone and ran off, boo-hoo."
At 6'3", he made this cute, almost whiny sound. If it weren't for that face of his, I'd seriously consider calling the cops.
I pushed him back a bit and explained what had happened today.
Killian's brows furrowed deeply, his voice icy: "She threw coffee on you?"
"That's not the point. I threw it right back at her."
Killian seriously started fixing my messy bangs: "Patricia Calderon, if you're the one behind all this, I'd gladly surrender myself."
"As for her…" Killian's eyes flashed cold for a moment. "She better stay as far away as possible."
I couldn't help but laugh. "Killian, you're so double-standard."
Killian nodded openly: "Feelings are naturally double standards. If I have a bucket of water, I'll give you the whole bucket without spilling a drop."
As he spoke, his voice became hoarse: "Patricia, I want to kiss you."
I shook my head: "No."
Just those two words, and suddenly, Killian looked like a puppy who had been abandoned, utterly pitiful: "Why?"
"Because I want to kiss you first."
I reached up, grabbed his collar, pulled him down, and kissed him on the lips.
Killian froze for a moment, then wrapped his arms around me, deepening the kiss.
