Defying Fate: The Unstoppable Eileen



Eileen was convinced she had run into a hater! This girl had the nerve to curse her out right to her face!

Rage bubbled within her, urging her to retaliate with the same venom.

But then she remembered the girl was just young and reckless, and she had to grind her teeth, barely managing to swallow her rage.

Two stops later, that girl got off the bus. Even as she left, she waved at them through the window.

Eileen didn't even bother to respond. She was still fuming!

The bus trundled on.

At that moment, Egbert took Eileen's hand and said, "Well, this is a novel experience."

Eileen yanked her hand away, huffing, "What experience? Watching me get chewed out?"

Egbert sighed, "The kid didn't mean any harm."

"Hmph!" Eileen turned her head away, ignoring Egbert.

Soon, it was their stop, time to switch to the subway. Once on the subway, there were no seats available. So Eileen stood, holding onto a handrail. That's when a tattooed, towering guy stood up and said, "Ma'am, please take my seat."

Eileen glanced at him and waved him off. "I'm good."

She didn't feel like an old lady and was too embarrassed to accept the seat.

The guy insisted, "Please, sit. I'm getting off soon anyway." And with that, he practically forced Eileen to sit down. His companion, a girl, also stood up and offered her seat to Egbert, saying, "Sir, here's a spot for you."

And just like that, Egbert and Eileen were seated, as the couple who gave up their seats stood in front of them, whispering to each other.

"Doesn't she look like her? I knew it the moment I saw her," said the guy.

The girl checked her phone, then looked back at Eileen and Egbert, and added, "They really do look alike."

From their conversation, Eileen guessed they were probably fans of Egbert. She snorted disdainfully.

Then the guy went on, "She looks so much like Eileen. I wanna snap a pic and post it, but is that cool?"

The girl replied, "Of course not, that'd be rude."

Wait, Eileen? Eileen's head shot up, her eyes alight with excitement. "You said Eileen?"

The guy's face turned red as he stammered, "Ha! Ma'am, you must hear all the time how much you resemble Eileen, huh?"

Eileen cautiously inquired, "You guys... like Eileen?"

The girl immediately said, "More than like. Eileen's his idol."

Eileen perked up, eyeing the big guy, more pleased with each look. "What do you like about Eileen?"

The guy replied, "My girlfriend is a gamer, but I like working out. I used to dread playing games with her because I sucked and would get flamed by teammates. But ever since I became a fan of Eileen, learning to trash-talk from her, I've never let them get the better of me verbally!"

Eileen was speechless.

Egbert coughed lightly, a chuckle escaping him. Annoyed, Eileen elbowed him!

They soon reached their stop and Eileen stormed off the subway with Egbert trailing behind.novelbin

Outside, the streets were pitch black. It was past seven, and the night had fully set in.

Egbert caught up to Eileen, his large hand finding hers again.

She shot him a glare, still upset, but didn't pull away.

With the dim glow of streetlights guiding them, they headed home in silence.

Behind them, the cameraman quietly captured their silhouetted figures, walking side by side.

At home, the cat Rolls leaped off the sofa to greet them as they entered.

With a flick, Egbert turned on the lights, illuminating the room.

Halting mid-stride, Rolls silently stared at the two strangers at the door, then stepped back, and back again, before suddenly arching its back, fur standing on end, hissing ferociously at the would-be intruders!

Eileen sighed and trudged upstairs, muttering, "I'm going to take off my makeup."

When she returned, makeup-free, she found Egbert had already done the same and was comforting the spooked Rolls Royce on the couch. Eileen shuffled over in her slippers, scooped up the cat, and cuddled it as it nuzzled into her.

Egbert then asked, "How about some pasta?"

Eileen, lounging on the couch, replied, "Yeah."

Egbert headed to the kitchen to boil water.

The pasta were pre-packaged and ready in no time. He set two plates on the table and called out, "Dinner's ready."

Eileen came over, still holding the cat.

Just as she took her seat, Egbert offered up a meatball, "Try this."

Eileen ate it and then remarked, "You know this is store-bought, you don't expect me to say it's delicious, do you?"

Egbert chuckled and fed her another, and Eileen indulged again.

Rolls, enticed by the aroma, stretched out to sniff Eileen's mouth.

Eileen put the cat down and started eating with her own fork.

Egbert quickly finished his meal and watched Eileen continue. Catching his gaze, she picked up a meatball and offered it to him. Egbert smiled and accepted the bite.

They ate their modest dinner in tranquility. Egbert then washed the dishes while Eileen returned to the couch to pet the cat.

Their interactions seemed no different than usual, yet something subtly shifted.

"Quiet," the show's director murmured from the control room, stroking his chin as he watched the monitors, "Tonight is unusually quiet."

The assistant director quipped, "Isn't peace and quiet a blessing? Eileen talks too much!"

The director frowned and retorted, "It's not she talks too much, it's that she curses too much. Can you be a bit more precise in your assessment of my favorite star?"

The assistant director was speechless.

Shaking his head, the director mumbled, "No, that's not it. Something's gone down between them that I'm clueless about. Where's the footage? Give me today's recordings. I need to examine them under a microscope!"

After Egbert finished doing the dishes, he sliced up an assortment of fruits and laid them out on the coffee table.

The two of them sat quietly, munching on the fruit selection while watching the evening news.

When the clock struck eleven, it was time to hit the hay.

Eileen stood up and headed upstairs.

Following suit, Egbert turned off the TV and made his way up as well.

The director had only glanced over nonchalantly. But suddenly, he was stunned.

The assistant director was equally gobsmacked. "Why... why... why did they go into the same room?"

In Eileen's room.

Egbert, with an aura of cool austerity pressed the waist of Eileen in his arms against the door, his deep eyes gazing down. He looked into her eyes and asked softly, "What's the deal? Just tell me straight."

Eileen sighed, reached out to cradle Egbert's face, and while looking at him, she said, "Straight talk? Congratulations, Mr. Reed, you've been handpicked for a free trial of dating me. If you're not interested, you may get out and forget about what I said."