Weston didn‘t know what to say.
Every single word of Stella‘s pierced deep into his heart. He felt like he couldn‘t breathe.
He could only keep her in his embrace, holding her tightly against his chest so she could hear his
heartbeat.
He never bothered explaining anything to anyone. But at this moment, he hoped that Stella could
understand him. “Things are not what you think they are...” He finally owned up to his own feelings. “I do
have feelings for you. Stella, I thought you knew.”
“I don‘t.”
Stella took a deep breath and calmed herself down. “If this is how you treat someone you have feelings
for, I don‘t want it.”
She had said the cruelest of words in the calmest of tones. “I won‘t be so stupid as to fall in love with you
a second time.”
Weston avoided her gaze. He simply continued hugging her. After a long while, he asked, “...when did
you fall in love with me?” “I don‘t remember. I only remember the moment I stopped loving you,” Stella
said.
The wild thunderstorm disrupted many plans.
The crew‘s activities were delayed time and time again and could only properly continue a week later.
Guinevere finally joined the crew under pressure from Bradley. Stella was informed ahead of time and
reported to the crew for filming on the same day as Guinevere.
After Weston fully recovered, he returned to the office and didn‘t come back for a few days, apparently
busy with a very tricky project. Having the extra time, she took the opportunity to visit Fern University,
discussing with Roger about furthering their studies overseas.
She never met Justin again, although she had no idea if it was merely happenstance or that someone
had arranged it such that they never bumped into each other.
In the studio.
When Stella arrived, she saw Bradley discussing something with a few people in the distance.
She walked over and the assistant approached her to discuss the day‘s schedule. Bradley saw her
walking over and halted his discussion. He walked over to Stella. “How has it been, practicing at home
these few days?”
Stella nodded. “I‘m still rather unfamiliar with some actions...”
Aside from memorizing her script, Stella had also spent some time rehearsing her moves for her next
fighting scene.
Bradley nodded, armed with the assurance that she‘d been diligent in her preparation. “Later, I‘ll get the
instructor to teach you basic actions and legwork. You‘re almost there in your preparation; all that‘s left to
do is to listen to the instructor and familiarize yourself with the scene. He’s very professional. Leave
yourself in his good hands and don‘t hold back.”
Stella nodded.
The studio was packed with people today, and she couldn‘t find an empty spot even after looking around.
Everyone was working overtime, busy with work that had piled up. The atmosphere was crackling with
pressure. For them, it appeared there wasn‘t much time left. After Bradley delivered his instructions, he
went off to arrange other matters.
Stella followed the instructor to a slightly more open space, and she heard the instructor complain, “It
would be great if we were this busy only at the early part of this year. But based on our progress, I think
we‘ll be this swamped for the entire year...”
The instructor clearly had no fear of saying whatever she pleased in front of Stella, a newcomer to the
crew.
She could sense that Stella was mild–tempered and easygoing and couldn‘t help but spill some gossip.
“Did you see? Guinevere reported to the crew early this morning, and the fuss everyone made over her...
“Tsk, tsk. Truly the queen of the entertainment circle.“
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