You Are The Apple of My Eyes
Chapter 830 Secret Love

"Tim?" Michelle stopped in her tracks. She looked tired. Shooting Tim a quick glance, she turned around to look behind her. This road led only to the studio. "Are you looking for Caroline?" After asking that, she yawned and sniffed. She looked really sleepy.

"Where are you going?" asked Tim, frowning slightly.

"I'm going home and to sleep. Caroline is inside, but you should go there now, before she leaves," Michelle said, blinking her eyes sleepily.

Tim remained unmoved. He took one good look at Michelle's tired face and said decisively, "I'll give you a ride home."

"What? Aren't you looking for Caroline?" Michelle asked, cocking her head to the side in confusion.

"No. I just happened to pass by." Tim lied through his teeth with a straight, calm face. He gestured for her to follow him.

Michelle was so sleepy that she didn't even bother to wonder if he was lying. She just yawned and followed him obediently.

The two walked side by side, but then a cold wind blew in front of them and Michelle sneezed and shivered. Glancing at her with concern, Tim stepped in front of her to block the wind.

It was a cloudy day, and the wind blew in from every corner of the city. There was no one else in sight, and only one or two cars zoomed by every so often.

Tim walked in front like a tall, sturdy pine, blocking the wind for the short girl behind him.

Michelle stuffed her hands into the pockets of her coat, burying her chin deep into her thick scarf. Her breath she exhaled was as white as mist. She trudged on silently, watching the pavement as she went. Gradually, she raised her head to look at Tim.

He was like a walking windshield. She smiled at his back gratefully.

From second floor windows of Caroline's studio, the roadside could be seen clearly. Caroline, who was standing by the French windows, witnessed everything with a steaming cup of coffee in her hand. She saw how Tim led Michelle down the road, blocking her from the wind.

Her red lips parted slightly to let out a sigh. "He must really like Mimi. It's a pity that Mimi doesn't like him."

Just then, Gray knocked on the door and came in. Caroline just turned her head to glance at him, then went back to watching the two people making their way down the sidewalk.

"What are you looking at?" Gray walked over. Through the glass windows, he saw the two people standing side by side under the traffic light, waiting for the go signal. He recognized the two figures at once. The traffic lights turned green and Tim walked on Michelle's right side. After passing the stoplight, Tim walked to Michelle's left.

Gray narrowed his eyes. "Tim must really like her," he muttered.

As he spoke, he watched Caroline from the corner of his eye. He tried to capture any subtle change on her face, but truth be told, he was afraid at what he might replace.

In the end, he didn't have the courage to watch her, so he turned away sheepishly.

"Even you noticed it, yet Mimi never seems to notice." Caroline was smiling as usual, but Gray sensed a trace of helplessness in her voice.

"You like Tim, right?" Gray asked, blurting out his thoughts.

Caroline's hand holding the coffee went stiff for a moment. Then she smiled lightheartedly.

"You know I only want his body. Alas, you never understand, even though I tell you all the time. You are still young."

"I'm 24 years old, two years older than the legal age for marriage," Gray said seriously, locking eyes with her.

They had often joked about their ages, but this time, Caroline could tell he was being serious.

"Of course I know you're 24 years old, but you're still five years younger than me. In my eyes, you're still young." Caroline didn't want to waste more time on this topic, so she decided to drop it. "Have you set a schedule for Selena's shoot?"

"I have discussed it with Selena's assistant and we have chosen the third day of the lunar New Year." Without waiting for a response, Gray continued, "I can't go with you on that day, I have prior commitments. Take Mimi with you. She's a professional photographer, so she'll be of more use to you than me."

Caroline frowned slightly. Gray was acting so strange as of late.

"Besides, the food company, the Zheng Group, wants to shoot an advertisement after the New Year. They asked specifically for Michelle. The exact time hasn't been settled yet, but I know it's going to happen at the Lantern Festival. Do you want to take this project?"

"Why not?" Caroline asked in reply, grinning widely. Gray nodded.

Then, he turned around to leave. But before he disappeared behind the door, Caroline called out after him. "Gray, what's up with you lately? Is something wrong? If you're going through something, you can talk to me. I'll try my best to help you."

"Thank you, Caroline." Gray dodged the question.

After closing the door, he stood there aimlessly, staring at the door with a bitter smile.

'You said that Michelle didn't notice that Tim likes her. But you yourself never noticed that I like you.

It's my fault for being younger than you.'

Tim's car stopped at the intersection opposite the traffic lights. Out of courtesy, Michelle had sat in the passenger seat.

If she sat in the back seat, she would've made Tim look like a driver.

Michelle learned about this aspect of social etiquette after graduation, and she made sure to respect it.

The air-conditioning in the car was turned on, which made Michelle's eyes droop sleepily. Finally, after a few minutes, she nodded off to sleep.

Looking at her delicate slumbering face, Tim felt a sudden urge to lick her cheek gently.

But he didn't dare get close to her.

His trade was illegal and he always smelled of cigarettes and alcohol; he never dared to touch the girl who smelled like candy and laughed brightly, afraid he might corrupt her purity. The car slowed down. Just then, his phone began to buzz.

Michelle stirred at the sudden sound, but Tim immediately snatched his phone and dropped the call.

Seeing that Michelle was still sound asleep, he heaved a sigh of relief.

When he saw it was a call from Victor, his glazed over eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Mr. Shen, Michelle was put in charge of the commercial shooting of the Zheng Group. Everything's going according to plan," Victor's text read.

A smile appeared on Tim's face.

Instead of taking Michelle home, he drove to the Silverhall Nightclub. His loft on the top floor was much more comfortable than his rented house. Along the way, Michelle woke up in a daze. When she asked where she was, Tim reassured her that he would wake her up upon arriving.

As a result, when they arrived at the entrance to the Silverhall Nightclub, Tim didn't dare to wake her.

'How could I explain this to her?'

He just wanted to invite her to his place so that she could sleep more comfortably.

But no one would believe him.

Just then, Victor strolled out of the Silverhall Nightclub and saw Tim's car parked on the side of the road. He bent down to look at his reflection in the tinted window, smoothing his hair as he did. Tim opened the door and cast him a cold glance.

Victor took a step backward, too taken aback to speak.

Finally, when he came back to his senses, he grinned and shouted, "Mr. Shen, you're here! Why don't you go upstairs?"

"Keep your voice down," Tim hissed. "Don't wake her up."

Victor instantly knew who he was talking about. There was only one woman in the entire universe that Tim worried about.

Victor snickered. "Mr. Shen, you finally get her back! Congratulations! Take her upstairs!"

Tim stared at him so coldly that a shiver went down Victor's spine. "Oh, you're afraid of waking her up."

"That's what I said."

"Well, I have this." Victor took out a delicate gift box from his pocket. "It took me a while to replace it. If it's lit, the person will sleep soundly and won't easily be awakened."

As soon as he opened the box, a woody fragrance wafted up to their noses.