The Faceless Billionaire Celebrity Wife-Chapter 90: BOTOT Award Ceremony 3

From the black hair down to the dark, piercing eyes and down to the black nosemask, before her eyes finally reached the black clothes, Shikera’s sixth sense was already screaming Ethan in her head. That was the way he walked too.

Immediately the thought occured to her, she hurriedly shook her head to dispell it. She must have been so desperate just now for her mind to be conjuring images of people for her. Ethan could not be here, since she left him at home.

"Excuse me, Miss! You seem to recognize the man over there, could you tell me his name please? He looks so familiar to me too..."

Shikera turned to look at the person who was talking to her and sighed. From the lady’s gaze, she could see vividly that his words were a lie. The lady was also curious about who...that is surely Ethan!

As she turned to take a closer look at the man, Shikera confirmed that it was really Ethan. Suddenly, she started brainstorming on how she could approach him and ask for his help. She knew it was impossible for her to call out his name or even approach the guards with him right now, as she did not recognize any one of them. As she racked her brain for ideas, the only one that kept coming to her mind was the trick she used earlier that night.

Hurriedly deciding on it, she texted Ethan as fast as he fingers could.

"My heart is aching me! For real this time," she clicked on the send button and looked up to see him stop dead in his tracks.

"It’s time," she whispered, taking a deep breath and rolling her eyes while throwing herself down on her knees.

"Ah!"

For faster results, she pulled down the woman standing beside her and as expected, the latter began to scream seeing Shikera on her knees and with her face contorted in pain.

"Help! There’s someone who’s not feeling well over here!"

The waiting room fell silent as everyone turned in Shikera’s direction, including Ethan who had just read her message. Recognizing the pink coat and black jeans Shikera had worn out earlier tonight, he didn’t hesitate to order the guards with him.

"Bring that woman on kneeling on the ground over here. I will bring her up with me."

Two guards fell out of the formation and ran towards Shikera, helping her up and bringing her with them towards Ethan. The both of them shared a look, noticing how the woman was super cooperative and also not walking like someone with chest pain should. Anyway, they were only meant to follow instructions so they didn’t think much about it. They fell back into the formation with Shikera and continued towards the elevator.

On getting to there, on of them pressed the button and the large doors opened. Ethan walked into it and Shikera, without wasting a moment, followed after him.

She maintained her painful face facade until the door closed, leaving her alone with Ethan.

"Are you okay?" The man was the first to turn to her, as he asked worriedly, making Shikera feel guilty. It was the same way he had acted when she pretended at DeLoach’s mansion, and he still believed her now. Somehow, she could not help but feel like she was using him.

"I am okay," she whispered in answer, avoiding his eyes before adding, "I actually need your help with something."

As he saw that he has been fooled again, Ethan’s hand which had been outstretched towards Shikera to hold her up, went automatically back to his side.

"What do you want?"

Shikera’s eyes shot up, having expected outright refusal.

"It’s nothing much, really. Could you help me make some videos with your phone, of the podium and some of the people around you wherever you sit?" She asked earnestly.

"No!"

And here comes the refusal, Shikera thought, as she moved closer to him to start pleading.

"Ethan, please! I know you are not in support of my work but please, I really need to get the coverage tonight! Help me, uh?" She looked up at him with questioning eyes but the man ignored her.

Sighing, she made another attempt.

"I’m sorry for tricking you earlier and now. I know it was bad of me to use your feelings like that..." She trailed off, knowing her words were getting her the required reaction. It was her first time mentioning Ethan’s feelings for her and if he really liked her, she was sure he would notice that.

"I won’t help you for free," he suddenly spoke up, shocking Shikera as she had not expected him to agree so quickly. With a pang of regret in her heart, she took note of the fact that Ethan really liked...no, loved her than she thought. But why? Such a trivial attraction such as the one he had for her since four years ago couldn’t be the reason, right?

"And I also can’t help you with the videos, you have to do it yourself."

Hearing his last sentence, she snapped out of her thoughts.

"What do you mean? If I could do it myself, I wouldn’t have asked for your help!"

"Taking it from the seat which had been assigned to me would be hard as it’s just like the dark room back at home. But if you come with me, I can switch to the VVIP section where you accompany me as my partner and do whatever you want to do, by yourself. That way, you can take close up videos by yourself and also be assured that you did a good job instead of giving it to me to help you."

Seeing what a good opportunity was lying in front of her, Shikera could only jump to agree to it.

As the elevator doors opened, she stepped out with Ethan into a dark hall and asked, "But I can’t accompany you while dressed like this. It would seem odd."

Before Ethan could answer her, she heard someone approaching them and looked up. It was Kyle, Ethan’s doctor.

As soon as they were done exchanging greetings, Ethan asked Kyle,"Is there a way to get her dressed in suitable clothes for the ceremony, within ten minutes?"

Thinking for a moment before finally answering, Kyle sighed."I think so. There was this female nominee who brought countless number of dresses, an indecisive human. I should be able to talk to the designer she brought along."

Ethan gave a slight nod and watched as Shikera hurried away after Kyle. He pushed open the door to a room on his right and entered, squinting his eyes to adjust them to the bright lights in the room.

Taking his seat on the couch, he only had to wait for a few minutes before the door opened again.

Shikera entered the room, using her right hand to smoothen her dress, which was the exact same as the one she had worn on Enoch’s birthday with the only difference being the colour. That one was pale blue while this one was black, a colour which highlighted her pale skin.

"Doctor Kyle told me you were here. I think the program is starting in a few minutes so..."

"Be patient. I texted him to find us a seat which is nearer to the podium and hidden from the light at the same time. I can’t jeopardize myself in order to help you."

"Alright," Shikera agreed submissively. She would not dare to anger her helper now, would she?

She went to sit on the couch beside him, oblivious to the way Ethan was already undressing her in his mind. To the man, the dress she was wearing was really supporting his punishment idea that night.

After waiting for a few minutes more, the door opened again and Kyle’s head appeared without his body.

"Come with me. I found the perfect seat."