Chapter 10: MIXED SIGNALS

The two of them looked at Chelsea's answer. Red narrowed his eyes as he looked at Chelsea's actions, but he eventually shook his head.

"Sure, no problem…." Red agrees.

Chelsea widened his eyes as he looked at Red. He just shook his head and smiled at Mr. Lee.

"Great. It would be sad to watch it alone, "Mr. Lee said, and he started walking toward the entrance.

Red looked at Chelsea as if he wanted to say something that he couldn't say. Chelsea frowned at what Red had done. When Red did not answer, Chelsea pulled him into the Araneta Coliseum. When they got to the entrance, Mr. Lee was still there and waiting for them.

"Let's go?" Mr. Lee had asked the two of them.

Red just nodded, while Chelsea's face was so blank you could hardly paint it. He was no longer comfortable with what the two strong men with him were doing. He knew that there was something wrong with those two, but he just didn't pay much attention to it.

The couple came in first, followed by Mr. Lee. From the look on Mr. Lee's face, it's clear that he was angry because he didn't like Red being with Chelsea. They are both in VIP seats, which is why they are sitting next to each other. Mr. Lee is on the right, while Chelsea is on the left. Red came in between the two.

Mr. Lee looks at Red very hard, but Red doesn't even notice because he is focused on his wife, Chelsea.

"Do you want something to drink while we're waiting for the concert to start, my love?" Red had asked his wife.

"Uh... maybe I'm a little thirsty for water," Chelsea said, as if she were still embarrassed to talk.

Mr. Lee suddenly stood up from his seat and offered to buy water for Chelsea. He even asked Red if he also wanted to buy something, but Red just shook his head. After Mr. Lee left, Red immediately grabbed Chelsea by the arm. His eyes were glaring like he was about to explode with anger.

"Is this a friend for you, Chelsea? Do you notice the way that person is acting? "He asked his wife, frustrated.

"He is really just my friend. Believe me, we don't have any other connection..." Chelsea answered in a nervous way.

"I don't like that man. I don't want to know that you're getting close to him again, do you understand?" It's a serious question, and the grip on Chelsea's arm is tightening.

"This hurts, Mr. Buenavista... Please, let go..."

"I said, do you understand?"

"Yes, Mr. Buenavista. I understand..." She answered very quickly.

"Stop calling me that, especially when we are in public. I am your husband, not your boss." Red spoke softly, but every word he said was still loud and clear.

Their conversation was cut short when Mr. Lee gave Chelsea the water that was meant for her. He gave it to Chelsea, but Red kept it.

"Thanks," he quickly said to Mr. Lee as he opened the seal on the water and gave it to Chelsea.

…

When the concert started, Chelsea just stood there and watched in silence. She wanted to have fun and jump up and down with joy because she saw Westlife, whom she had looked up to since she was a child, but he couldn't let her because the tension between the two men with her was stronger.

The crowd cheered when Westlife's first song, "My Love," ended. Chelsea was applauded because she couldn't help but be happy.

"Chelsea, do you want to come backstage with me later so we can take a picture with them? I can also ask for their signatures if you want?" Suddenly, Mr. Lee said while looking at where Chelsea was sitting.

"Are you serious?! Yes, of course I want to! Thanks, Mr. Lee!" Chelsea answered happily.

While the two were talking happily, Red looked at them with evil eyes. His face showed that he was annoyed by what he was seeing right now, and he feels even worse seeing how happy his wife is.

RED

The crowd is getting louder and louder as the band ends. I don't know how many songs they've played; I've lost track. I turned to look at Chelsea, and I could tell from the way she was smiling that she was really enjoying the show. When the group started singing again, I could hear her sing along. She is indeed a fan.

"Chelsea, do you want to come backstage with me later so we can take a picture with them? I can also ask for their signatures if you want?" Lee said.

This guy is amazing. Is he unaware that the husband of the woman he's talking to is standing next to him? Is he blind or a moron? I don't know what he wants to do with Chelsea, but I don't like him. I have a bad feeling about this man.

"Are you serious?! Yes, I definitely want to! We appreciate it, Mr. Lee!" Chelsea answered with happiness.

That's all there is to it. I'm done.

"You can't, sweetie. We're going to eat after this concert, right?" I said while looking at her seriously.

She just looked at me with a surprised expression. I squeeze her hand and hold onto it.

"Don't panic. I'll invite them if you want a photo and an autograph." I said, glancing at Lee.

…

Even though Chelsea's face still showed a bit of surprise at Red's actions, she did what he wanted and pretended she forgot that they had agreed to eat outside after the concert. She was even happier to hear that Red might invite Westlife so she could take a picture with them.

They kept watching, and it was clear that Chelsea was having the most fun out of the three of them, since the other two were just sitting there and not saying anything. As Shane Filan took the stage, the instrumental of the last song, "Beautiful in White," started playing. Everyone started cheering and clapping.

I don't know if you know this, but when we first met, I was so nervous that I couldn't say a word.

When Red heard the song, he immediately looked at Chelsea. He felt a strangely warm force pressing on his chest.

At that very moment, I found the one, and my life's missing piece was complete.

When Chelsea saw that Red was looking at her, she felt embarrassed. When she put her back on the seat, Red also changed the way he was sitting.

So as long as I live, I will love you, have you, and hold you. You look so beautiful in white.

A line that stopped time and quieted everything around Chelsea and Red. It was as if everything else around them went silent and they could only hear the song. Red slowly reached for Chelsea's hand, and when they touched, their eyes met instantly. With the way they look at people, it seems like they are fading away.

And from now until the moment I take my last breath

I'll remember this day forever.

You look gorgeous in white.

Tonight~

"Tonight," Red told Chelsea as they kept staring at each other.

Chelsea's cheeks suddenly turned red, and she didn't know why her heart was pounding so hard. She wanted to get away from Red's eyes, but she seemed stuck in a sitting position.

"Are you shivering?" Red's questions surprised Chelsea. It was like waking her up from a deep sleep.

"Um... W-what?" She asked as she turned to look at the stage and immediately took her hand away from Red's.

"I said, are you cold?" Red asked again what he wanted.

"N-no... Why did you ask?" Chelsea asked nervously.

"Your hand is freezing. I thought you were freezing. Are you sure you are not cold? I can lend you my coat if you want." Red proposed.

Chelsea shook her head and smiled when she answered Red.

So as long as I live, I will love you, have you, and hold you. You look so beautiful in white.

And from now until the moment I take my last breath

I'll remember this day forever.

You look gorgeous in white.

Tonight~

Red immediately took off his coat. When Red suddenly put it on Chelsea, she was speechless.

Red whispered in Chelsea's ear, "I know you're cold, but the show is almost over, so just wear it for now," which made Chelsea shiver to her core.