I Don't Need Your Pity
1361 Words
"Come with me." The policeman's soft voice drifted into her ears, snapping her awake from her thoughts.
Gillian frowned slightly upon realizing something.
Although Gillian had no knowledge of how arrested victims are usually treated, isn't this policeman treating her too gently for a criminal? What if she fled?
"You won't." A firm voice sounded above her, and she found herself staring into the policeman's black and calm eyes.
Gillian frowned slightly. How did he know what she was thinking about? She eyed him coldly and spat disparagingly, "You seem to trust me too much, but I..."
"Gillian Arison has no usefulness to me. I don't need you to associate me with the members of the high class." He interjected with a calm voice. "I just find you pitiful." He finalized
Gillian's expression changed, and she glared at him before scowling unhappily. "I don't need your pity!" She snapped
Immediately, Gillian stormed out from the other side of the car and held out her hand to the other policeman, her actions meaning that he should take her in instead of the jerk policeman.
The policeman's lips curved up, and his eyes shone with an interested yet indecipherable glint. A fierce rabbit! How interesting!
Taking a permitted nod from the smiling younger policeman, the older policeman led Gillian into the police station.
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Gillian stared at the plain white wall with tears in her eyes.
After a few minutes of thinking, a sense of petrification overwhelmed her, and her heart kept pounding in fear of returning to the Albrecht mansion. She knew things wouldn't be okay at all.
All social media will be filled with Gillian's news. Gillian didn't even want to think about what the Albrecht family would say or do to her for spoiling the family's reputation again.
Gillian twisted her fingers. Perhaps she should have been patient. Perhaps she should have given more thought to her actions, considering the type of life she had. After all, problems keep popping up without giving her a breathing space.
Gillian's heart clenched, and the tears she kept suppressing finally slipped past her eyes. At that minute, she didn't even have the strength to pay attention to her surroundings.
'Gillian.' Luke paused upon seeing tears slipping past Gillian's eyes.
Throughout the time Luke had known Gillian, he never saw her with a sad expression; she always looked strong as if she could conquer all her problems, unlike Willa, who loved to cry and rely on him.
Seeing Gillian's sadness somehow made Luke feel a bit uncomfortable. "Gillian," Luke called out—unconsciously, his furious tone had now softened.
Hearing the gentle voice she had been accustomed to for years, Gillian's heart trembled.
But in the next minute, Gillian's long eyelashes fluttered, and her face turned cold.
Gillian raised her right hand to wipe the tears. She leaned back on the chair and sneered sarcastically, giving one the image of an authoritative and powerful woman, which was in contrast to her previous expression.
Gillian propped her head up and stared at Luke languidly. "If it wasn't the Arnoult CEO, a lowly person like I cannot meet..."
Suddenly, Gillian parted her lips as if she had just recalled something important.
"Ah! You're not accompanying your frail fiance? Or what? You want me to apologize?" Gilian purposely enunciated the 'apologize' to make Luke recall her special way of apologizing earlier.
Luke fumed, and the bit of pity he held for Gillian disappeared in that instant. "Gillian, what do you want to stop bothering Willa?" He sneered and gazed at her scornfully.
Gillian felt a deep throb in her heart, but she hid it with a contemptuous stare. She raised her chin and straightened her back.
Gillian placed her legs on the table and responded indifferently, "Even if I don't bother her, she'll come to me."
Even though she replied indifferently, Gillian was being truthful. After all, Willa seems to want to destroy Gillian, so there's no way Willa will want to leave Gillian alone for too long.
Gillian's hooliganism suddenly disappeared, and it was replaced with seriousness. She raised her head and stared at Luke intently. "Luke, throughout those years we have been together, have you ever had a bit of feeling for me?" Gillian raised her index finger and thumb and pressed them together. "Even a bit!"
Luke's calm expression slipped immediately. Seeing Gillian's calm look and hearing her questions, he became flustered. His lips parted, but he closed them in the next second. He did the same thing a couple of times, unable to give a reply.
Gillian's expression seemed to be doused with cold water, and a rueful laugh spilled past her lips. Those times when she thought she was living a fairytale, it turns out that she was living a joke.
Now, it's time to wake up!
Luke's heart seemed to have been stabbed by the rueful expression on her face. But in the next minute, Luke's expression changed, and he snorted.
He took a cheque out of his pocket and stretched it haughtily towards Gillian. "Here's compensation. Take this one million..."
Gillian leaned back and eyed Luke with disdain; her heart had already turned numb. She had never seen such a shameless person like him! How dare he have the courage to display one million in front of her? How much had she made him? How many years had she spent on him? How dare Luke bring a measly cheque to her?
Willa Arison and Luke Arnoult are truly made for each other. Gillian kept thinking that she must have been blind all these years to spend such a long time on trash like Luke. She deserves better!
She inhaled deeply and propped her head lazily. At that minute, it felt as if Gillian was the boss while Luke was the servant.
"Ordinary one million cheque for the years wasted on you. Do you think I'm trash?" She finally uttered in a calm and cold voice; no sense of anger was detected in her tone.
Upon seeing Gillian's brazen attitude, a sense of anger overwhelmed Luke immediately. He sneered in contempt. "Gillian, you finally showed the type of money grubber you are. How much do you want?”
Gillian's eyes twinkled, and she shook her legs before lazily replying, "Not much! just half of the profit I made for the Arnoult company, or get lost and stop showing off in my presence." During the latter part of the sentence, Gillian's lazy voice turned colder, and her eyes were increasingly filled with contempt with every word that spilled past her lips.
Luke's expression slipped upon hearing Gillian's words, and he exclaimed in fury and unhappiness, "Gillian, you're materialistic!"
Gillian's lazy expression disappeared, and she stood up. She approached Luke, her step steady and quiet in the quiet room. Luke somehow felt flustered by her actions.
Gillian only came to a stop when she was right in front of Luke. Her eyes were piercingly cold without ripples, and her face was gloomy. She raised her head and stared at Luke, deep in his eyes.
"Throughout the years, I never spent a dime of your money. I worked hard for you while you tricked me. On our engagement day, you and Willa tricked me. How dare you trash me when, in fact, you're the most worthless person to ever exist?" Gillian coldly uttered. Her eyes were raging cold, and her back straightened.
Luke felt a sense of petrification fill his whole being. His lips parted to argue, but under Gillian's cold gaze, he found himself unable to make a retort; rather, a feeling kept seeping into his heart. He had a feeling that he had lost an important thing.
Luke gulped fearfully. "I..."
"Miss Gillian, you've been freed. The Albrecht—I mean, one of your family members is waiting for you." The sudden entrance of the policeman from earlier broke the tension in the room.
Upon seeing Luke, a cold expression immediately overtook the man's calm expression. Who let this scum man in?
Hearing the policeman's words, Gillian froze; her heart began to pound, and her face paled due to petrification.
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