Sorry Sir I Don’t Want You Back by Little Angelic Devil

A few mornings later, Cherise woke up feeling excited. She would finally move to her new place! She didn't need to pack anything, not even her toiletries, makeup, or perfume, because Julian had already purchased everything for her, even buying the brands she used from all over the world. Her clothes, shoes, bags, and jewelry had already been packed and moved to the penthouse over the last few days.

"Ready to move?" Julain asked as they were having breakfast.

"So ready." Cherise grinned at him.

"I should feel offended that you are so eager to stay away from me," Julian teased, but he knew Cherise loved her independence and wouldn't restrict her by keeping her to his side no matter how much he wanted to.

Cherise laughed and said, "You can always visit me. You have programmed your fingerprint on that biometric lock you've installed on my door."

"You are right." Julian nodded. He had ensured all the tightest security measures for his sister while she was living alone. He wouldn't risk her safety.

"Let's go!" Cherise jumped excitedly from her seat and ran toward the main door, leaving Julian laughing at the excitement.

When Cherise went out of the door, her eyes widened, and she looked back at Julian.

"For you." Julian dangled a car key in front of her, and Cherise looked at it before looking back at the soft pink sports car again and squealed happily.

"You bought this for me?" she asked, her eyes shining with unreserved happiness.

That car was only produced in a total of five units in the world, and Julian knew Cherise's love for pretty things and high-speed sports cars.

He needed to custom-paint, which was hella expensive, but his sister deserved it, and what was a little money compared to his sister's happiness? Even though it would bring people's attention to her, he didn't mind because he and their grandpa had talked about introducing Cherise as the heiress of the Alster family.

Logan was initially against it, but it seemed it was the only way to draw their enemies out. In the end, he reluctantly agreed, but only if Cherise agreed to it as well.

They planned to talk about it as soon as their grandpa could travel to Country B, where all of them now seemed to reside permanently because Cherise was living there.

"You are the best!" Cherise threw herself to Julian, making Julian laugh, and kissed her forehead. "I can't accompany you as I have a meeting, but drive safely, alright?" He knew his sister's driving capability, but as the forever overprotective brother, he still needed to remind her seriously.

Cherise nodded furiously, and with one final kiss on the cheek, she hopped into the car and started the engine.

Once she was ready, she waved to Julian and pressed her foot on the gas pedal, sending the car flying and she laughed in giddiness.

God, how she had missed driving. The roar of the engine, the wind blowing against her hair...

Luckily, there weren't many cars, so she could enjoy a little speed.

When she reached the Regal Apartment, she was too lazy to go to her basement parking spot, so she gave her key to the valet. It was one of the perks of living at the Regal Apartment.

But when she was about to step into the lobby, she felt two arms hugging her neck from behind and a man's sing-song voice calling her. This gave her goosebumps all over her body because she knew who this voice belonged to. Cherise's mouth twitched, and she turned around to see a man in all black, wearing a baseball cap and mask over the lower half of his face.

"Tristan," Cherise greeted him with a broad smile and hugged him back. Even though he was kind of annoying, always following her around like a happy puppy, she was still glad to see an old friend.

Tristan squealed like a girl and lowered his mask, peppering Cherise's face with kisses. "You still remember me!"

Cherise pushed him slightly and wiped her face, glowering at him. "You haven't changed a bit," she said disdainfully.

Tristan rolled his eyes and pulled back his mask. "How have I not changed? I've become the most popular actor and model!" he said, his eyes shining with pride. Cherise knew he must be smiling underneath his mask.

Cherise chuckled, feeling proud and happy for him, too. "You do have changed. I still remember how spoiled you were when we first met," she teased him.

"God, please don't remind me of it." Tristan groaned and leaned down, hiding his face in Cherise's crook of neck, feeling embarrassed every time he was reminded of their first meeting.

At that time, he was still only 17 years old, a newcomer as an actor, but he acted all high and mighty because he was the young master of the Hart family, one of the upper-class families in Country C.

He was used to having his way - arrogant, always arriving late on sets, and not wanting to follow directions, but as his family was the investor in his movie, no one dared to scold him for his bad behavior.

That was until Cherise curiously wanted to see a movie set, so Logan took her to Tristan's particular set.

When Cherise saw Tristan behaving arrogantly, she became mad and scolded him in front of everyone, telling him he did not appreciate everyone else's time and effort.

She even told him that he would never become a successful actor because he would only waste everyone's time, and none of his movies would succeed.

Tristan, who had never been humiliated in front of everyone, felt like he was being challenged by a little girl who was three years younger than him.

He pointed at her right then and there, saying he would be successful, and she would need to take her words back by then.

Cherise, the arrogant princess of the Alster family herself, rolled her eyes, snorted, and tugged Logan away, leaving a determined young Tristan to prove her wrong.

Since then, he began changing, taking his roles more seriously, and as he had promised Cherise, he quickly rose to fame, thanks to his good looks and great acting.

The next time they met was when Tristan received his first-ever award two years later. He arrogantly showed it to Cherise, but instead of apologizing, Cherise smirked at him and congratulated him, telling him she knew he could make it and that she was proud of him.

From then on, Tristan worshiped Cherise. If not for her, he wouldn't have changed his ways and become a successful star.

"Yeah, someone was so arrogant last time," Cherise couldn't help teasing him about it every time they met. "But I'm so proud of you right now." She squeezed him and let go.

Tristan looked up and nearly cried. Only Cherise could make him feel this way.

"I love you, Cherise." He pouted his lips underneath his mask and closed his eyes, pretending to want to kiss her.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

"Ewwww."Cherise pushed his face away.

"Why can't I ever get a kiss from you?" Tristan whined and clung to her.

"Cause you know we are not that kind of friends. And stop being clingy. If they see you like this, people won't believe you are THE Tristan Hart." Cherise rolled her eyes and said matter-of-factly, making Tristan laugh.

He knew they weren't that kind of friends. He loved Cherise but wasn't in love with her.

"So, why are you here, and how did you find my new address?" Cherise asked him thoughtfully. No one should've known her new address except for her family and best friends.

"I'm here to be the model of Angelworld Jewelry's collection with you!" Tristan said excitedly, reminding Cherise of Katherine's ideas for the campaign.

"Katherine told you of my new address?" she asked, looking around for her best friend. Katherine would better be here and not leave her with this puppy of a star to take care of.

"Oh, she's already inside seducing one of the tenants, I guess," Tristan shrugged, and Cherise elbowed his waist.

"Be serious," she scolded.

"She wanted to see the interior and said she couldn't stand the wind anymore."

"Let's not let her wait longer then," Cherise said, and Tristan draped his arm casually around Cherise's shoulder as they walked into the lobby.

Not far from them, a black car was parked, and a pair of black eyes were watching their interactions intensely.