Chapter 36 A Flustered Night

After Victor finished shooting his scene in the afternoon, Mary left. But the set was still brightly lit by nightfall.

The only thing in Victor's mind throughout the whole day, though, was Mary. His absent-mindedness during the shooting caused a few scenes to be redone several times, which pissed Summer off.

'Mary's mother is seriously ill, and she needs money, so she made a deal with William? How is that possible?' Victor laughed at himself inwardly. 'I've been acting for so long that I must be thinking too much like a fictional character. Otherwise, in what world would a shrewd businessman as William behave so childishly? I must be dying to give a blow to Frank for thinking such nonsense.'

"Cut!" Not so far away, the director suddenly shouted, "What's wrong with you, Victor? How many times have we gone through this today? What was that expression just now? Be affectionate! Affectionate, understand? I don't want you to look like you're in a daze!"

Victor had completely forgotten he was still on the job. As soon as he realized his mistake, he quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, director. I wasn't in character just now."

"It's alright. Forget it!" Waving his hand, the director added, "Let's take a break and have some rest before we continue."

Victor sighed in relief while Summer snorted next to him. The actress was then led by her makeup artist to fix her looks.

Meanwhile, Mary was still on her way home on a crowded bus during rush hour. Without much room to shift, all she could do was tightly grasp the handle and passively move along with the bus. As summer was about to come, the lingering stink of sweat, feet, and perf

e sound of that, William came back to his senses as he stood up and slowly walked to the kitchen. Looking at the plates and bowls arranged on the table, he glanced at the uneasy and embarrassed woman standing by the table with his face blank.

"Well... I can't make anything else," she began to explain. Then she said carefully, "Just try it... I'll find a place where I can learn how to cook in the future."

"Okay, go ahead," William snorted and sat down to eat.

"Well, I'll head back to my bedroom now." She began to walk away, anxious to leave.

"Stay here!" William stopped her immediately and added, "Have the meal with me."

Mary laughed nervously and then swallowed. "Okay," she answered.

William didn't say a word while he ate, and Mary, on her turn, sat opposite to him playing with her fingers in silence as she watched him.

It was a really odd scene. Mary prayed silently, 'Boss, please finish it up. Such closeness will only make me have distracting thoughts...'

William knew she was uncomfortable but ate slowly anyway. "I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow."

"Umm," said Mary, "Oh, thank you, boss."

"Hey!" William said, throwing the chopsticks at the bowl with a "clang" sound. "Call me by my name."

"Wi...William."

Saying his name again brought a sense of relief to her heart. Mary had thought that since she had confessed her feeling to him the other day, William wouldn't allow her to be presumptuous anymore. But in the end, it seemed that she was too narrow-minded, and he didn't take her confession seriously.

Or was he taking revenge on her tonight with all this unusual behavior? Could it be so?