“If I don’t head over earlier to prepare, other people might see these marks. How will I explain myself
then?”
“There’s no need to explain yourself to anyone,” Weston found a hairdryer and switched it on.
A gust of warm air blew out of it as he combed his fingers through her wet hair.
Stella could only stand in front of him obediently, letting him have his way with her.
After he was finally done drying her hair, she grabbed her bag and was ready to charge out of the
apartment. Weston stood at the door and pressed her shoulders down. “You really don’t need me to
send you there?”
“No need, just the driver will do.” Stella hurriedly changed into a pair of shoes.
Weston carried her up, crouched down, and sat her on one of his knees. He used his other hand to put
a show on her feet. “So clumsy.”
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Stella’s feet were hauled off the ground, and she found herself sitting on his thigh the next moment.
Their body sizes stood in stark contrast.
Her whole body was securely nestled in his arms. She
instinctively reached out to hold onto his arm to stabilize herself, and she could feel his firm muscles
through her palm. They were like bands of steel that held her in place.
Stella lowered her head to see Weston helping her with her shoes. She stood up and said, ‘Thank you.
I’ll be off then.”
Weston pulled her wrist and looked down at her. He didn’t say a word but was clearly hinting at
something . Stella pursed her lips and turned around slowly. She stood on tiptoes and kissed the corner
of his lips. “Will this do?”
Weston lowered his head and captured her lips in a kiss.
A moment later, he released a panting Stella. “That’ll do.”
The movie’s filming phase was soon ending, and the crew’s atmosphere was slightly different than
usual, more solemn.
Stella arrived one and a half hours earlier than scheduled, but there were already people beginning
preparation work.
She didn’t have much time and was soon ready for her make-up and hair as she sat there waiting for
the make up artist.
“Here so early today?”
The make-up artist carried her briefcase into the room
and was shocked to see Stella. “Bradley isn’t even here
yet.”
Stella looked at herself through the mirror. “I’m slightly nervous, so I wanted to come early and run
through my lines once more and find that feeling. I’d hate to delay everyone’s progress.”
The make-up artist was in awe of her professionalism.” Since you’re the first to arrive, I’ll help you with
your make-up first.”
Aside from Guinevere, who had her own dedicated make up artist, everyone else in the crew shared
the same make -up artists, and they often had to wait for their turn.
After a while, other actors arrived successively.
The filming process went by relatively smoothly. The final episode was largely Guinevere’s scenes,
which were filmed very quickly.
She was originally prepared for Guinevere to come to her looking for trouble, but she didn’t expect to
see Guinevere behaving so professionally from the start to the end of filming. In fact, Guinevere was
clearly immersed in her role.
She was not awarded the Best Actress in vain, after all. In no time, Stella was similarly immersed in her
own character as well, thanks to Guinevere’s outstanding acting
It was as if it wasn’t Guinevere who stood before her but the senior warrior with whom she had a love-
hate relationship.
After the scene was filmed, Bradley was immensely pleased with it. He nodded profusely and praised
Guinevere non-stop. “Very good. This is the standard we go by.”
He looked into the camera screen and waved his hands at Stella. “Ella performed pretty well, too. Take
a break for now. There’ll be an important fighting scene tomorrow. Go through the moves with the
trainer and familiarize yourself with them. Please watch out for your safety.”
Stella heaved a sigh of relief. “Sure. Thanks, Bradley.”
She was about to leave when Guinevere suddenly called out to her. “Hang on, Ella. I have something
to say to you.”
Stella halted in her footsteps and turned to look at her.” What’s the matter?”
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