CHAPTER 125: CHAPTER 125: HAVING A SECRET RELATIONSHIP

Everyone present was well aware of whom they were talking about, but they all tacitly avoided mentioning that name, playing along with the joke, creating a joyful atmosphere.

Initially, Holly was a bit nervous, but seeing that everyone was good-natured and charming, she gradually let her guard down and began to chat casually with them.

The audience in the live stream quickly noticed that Holly was quite obliging, earnestly answering every question.

Gradually, some bold viewers started requesting interactions.

[Sis, sis, let’s have a three-second eye contact, and I’ll be happy for 100 days.]

Holly looked at the camera seriously, her eyes gentle, "Then I’ll look at you for 10.95 seconds and hope you have happiness and joy for 365 days."

[Sis, poke your cheek, I want to see a cheek heart.]

Recalling a pose she saw online, Holly clumsily lifted her hand to form half a heart beside her cheek, "Is it like this?"

[Sis, shoot a bullet at my heart.]

"Oh no, you’ll get hurt."

Holly clutched her chest, tilted her head with a helpless expression, "I would feel heartache."

The fans in the live stream thought they could flirt with Holly, but unexpectedly, she flirted back, causing an uproar in the comments:

[Ahhhh, I hate why I’m not a guy!]

[I’m a college student, please give me a kiss, I beg you! (twisted crawling)]

[Sis, open the door, it’s your brother-in-law.]

[This girl is definitely not ordinary, she can hook me with just a gesture.]

[I’m new to this app, can you really get married just by hitting the like button?]

[First glance: girl, second glance: lifelong companion, third glance: spinster, fourth glance: already six pounds eight ounces born.]

Seeing the flood of adoring comments, Holly managed to stay composed, but her reddening ears betrayed her.

The phrase "Hello, marry me" had already appeared 99+ times on the screen.

Holly’s cheeks started to burn.

She averted her gaze, instinctively picking up her water cup to hide her shyness, but in a fleeting glance, she unintentionally noticed a shadow slightly moving back and forth under the crack of the study door.

The audience had started another round of adoring comments, making it hard for Holly to handle.

Fortunately, an invitation from the program team came through just in time.

Holly breathed a sigh of relief, bade farewell to the camera, "We’ll start the watch party live soon, so I’ll chat with everyone here for now, see you all in a bit in the live stream."

For immersive viewing, the "Success" watch party live stream had closed the comment section, causing fans to wail in distress:

[Ahhhh already? Wasn’t there five more minutes before switching?]

[Just came back from the main live stream. All I can say is someone accelerated the pace, the host was speaking at eight times their normal speed. ’Rap of China’, ’Success’ has a rapper!]

[Ah, the power of capital! (smoking jpg), indeed, every coin flipped in Beldon has Sinclair engraved on both sides.]

[I’m mad! Watching at home every day isn’t enough for someone, the jealousy is too much.]

Reading the comments from netizens, Holly immediately had a rough idea, guessing that Blake Sinclair had sped up the process.

Feeling both exasperated and amused, she muttered, "Childish fool."

She sighed, saying with resignation, "Indeed, the time is almost up. How about this; next time, I’ll host a separate live stream to chat with you all?"

[Such a pushover, just one comfort and I’m appeased.]

[Alright, it’s a promise! Next time, we’ll do it secretly, a covert affair!]

Holly giggled softly, "Sure."

She waved goodbye to everyone, accepted the connection invitation, and the screen split into four.

The other three were the host and two regular program guests.

This watch party’s regular guests were Holly’s very familiar Tiffany Thorne, and the other was a male college student she had interacted with in a previous program, seemingly named Dean Raines.

Each episode lasted about an hour and a half, with the watch party live split into two halves, including a break for interactive time.

After the first half of the watch party ended, it was time for interaction, and the director turned the comments back on.

Everyone shared some fun moments from the recording, and Holly, caught up in it, listened with great interest.

She reached for her water cup to drink, only to find it empty.

The host took this moment to cue her.

"Teacher Holly, the ’Success’ program has sparked more interest in ceramics, would you like to share anything?"

Holly clasped her hands, nodding slightly in gratitude, "Thank you for your support, we’ll work even harder."

The host followed up quickly, "Earlier, Dean Raines shared that you guided him on his competition piece during the recording; I heard he’s your direct junior?"

Looking at the handsome young man in the corner window, Holly smiled and nodded, "Yes. But saying I guided him is an exaggeration; Dean’s work was excellent from the start, and I heard he even won a gold medal? Great job, junior."

She gave a thumbs-up to the camera.

In the frame, Dean Raines’s face visibly reddened, and his gaze wandered slightly.

Embarrassed, he bowed his head, "Thank you, senior, for the encouragement. I’ll keep working hard."

Holley’s fans, unable to send comments for nearly forty minutes, were instantly ignited by this interaction, flooding the screen:

[Wow, this young man blushed.]

[Sis, you said you would only flirt with us? Woman, I’m mad.]

[I’ve never missed an episode of this show, I swear, this Dean is Holly’s true fan! He clearly likes her! The way he looks at sis is a dead giveaway!]

[Hahaha, President Sinclair, you have one more rival, and he’s the young version.]

[The domineering CEO is cool, but the pure-hearted college boy is a treasure!]

[Young man, don’t be discouraged, you’re still young, there’s hope for the future.]

[Watch out, folks! That certain Sinclair might be jotting down your usernames as you comment.]

[So what? Holly already locked the study door. Bleh bleh bleh～]

Seeing the comments starting to drift, the host hurriedly regained control of the scene with a smile.

Holly suppressed her smile and continued to answer the question.

Just then, a faint unlocking sound was heard.

"Click."

The next second, the study door was opened from the outside.

Holly’s words caught in her throat, and her eyes widened in surprise as she looked toward the door.

Seeing the man at the door made her feel as if she were hallucinating.

At dinner, he wore a dark gray loungewear; how is he now...

Blake Sinclair was dressed in a perfectly tailored white shirt and black suit, his black hair slicked back, with a pair of silver-rimmed frameless glasses on his nose, making his already deep eyes even more inscrutable.

The warm lighting of the study room fell on him, as if surrounding him with a layer of noble halo.

He held a glass filled with water in one hand, the water rippling gently, while his other hand hung naturally at his side, a long finger lazily twirling a familiar key.

Where did that key come from?

Holly’s mind was in chaos. Before she could react, Blake casually threw the key, letting it land precisely in a small porcelain bowl on the shelf next to him with a "ding" sound.

He stepped forward leisurely with long strides.

The leather soles of his shoes made a steady sound on the wooden floor, each step advancing slowly.

A gust of night wind blew past the window blinds, fluttering them, causing the light and shadows in the study room to sway and dance.

Each step he took seemed to tread on Holly’s heart, making her heartbeat race faster with the rhythm.

The audience in the live stream also heard the unusual noise.

[Hmm? What’s that sound? I think I heard a door opening and footsteps.]

[Something’s off about Holly’s expression, what happened?]

[I have a bold guess....]

The next instant, a pair of hands, adorned with matching wedding rings as Holly’s, unexpectedly entered the frame in front of the camera.