Chapter 136 - Mafia Boss

"I'm home~!" Devon announced as soon as she returned to their house. Since the shooting had taken longer than expected, she returned past the time that Lewis returns.

To her surprised, she paused as her eyes moved up to see him standing, leaning on the entranceway. The corner of her lips stretched up as soon as their eyes met.

"Welcome home," he said, walking towards her with arms wide open. Devon giggled, melting into his embrace as she closed her eyes.

"I'm home, Lu." His warmth just melted her fatigue as they stayed there, hugging each other for some time. 

Did he also felt like this whenever she welcomed her home? That he was truly home? Questions like that hovered over her head, but the answer didn't matter. She just hoped he felt the same warmth and tranquility whenever she welcomed him home.

"You had a long day. You must be tired." Lewis broke away from her embrace, bending over as he arranged her house slipper for her to change. 

"Lu, Director Fang said he wants me to take a minor role." Devon started talking about her day, changing into house slippers before she linked arms with him as they headed inside.

"They did? So, you're not an extra anymore?" 

Both of them plopped down the couch, Devon facing him squarely. "Yes. It is a simple role."

"Congratulations." Lewis smiled brightly, patting her hair. "I'm so proud of you."

"You shouldn't congratulate me because I haven't accepted the role yet."

His brows furrowed, tilting his head to the side. "Why? You don't feel like it?"

"It's not that. I just thought that I should ask you first." Lewis' brows slightly quirked, stunned. "I know you will say that you will respect my decision, but I still want to tell you first before accepting. Should I accept it?"

A subtle smile appeared on his lips as his eyes softened. He had expected that people would notice her, but he never thought that she would consider him from deciding something important.

"Whatever you decide on, I will support it." He extended his arms to her, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. Just like how she guessed it, Lewis answer was automatic, but it still made her grin. 

"I knew you'd say that."

"Even if you know, I will always say that." He cocked his head, winking. 

"Oh, right!" Devon perked up before she turned and rummaged through her backpack. It didn't take long when she pulled out a script and shove it to him.

"This is my script. Do you want to read it?" 

Lewis pressed his lips together, accepting the script while draping an arm over the backrest. Devon snuck up to his side, squeezing herself to him so they could read together.

"Missed you." He chuckled, leaning to her and placed a kiss on her head. Devon just giggled as they read the script in silence. 

After a long silence, Lewis' brows knitted as he turned his head to her.

"This is a simple role...?" he turned his head to her, utterly appalled. 

Devon nodded her head. "I will be a mafia boss disguised as an assistant. Something between the lines, I will have to corner the female lead. The female lead had a memory loss, so she forgot that her connection to the underworld. I'm like a... final boss? Is that the word for it?"

"Are you sure it's only a minor role?"

"Well, I only have little screen time and the male lead will negotiate with me for the female lead's freedom. Apparently, the second male lead wants something from the female lead and I will help her in exchange for something important."

Devon explained the story to him — spoiling the story, to be exact. However, that wasn't Lewis' concern. Even with only this short script, her script was a literal anti-hero. A character who only acted to benefit herself.

How could they paint this sweet bundle of joy, his ray of sunshine, as someone like that? This role would surely give a different image of her in the public. 

"Huh? Why are you looking at me like that?" Devon halted from prattling upon noticing his intent gaze. "Don't... you like the role?"

"No, it's not that." Lewis let out a deep sigh, shaking his head lightly. "It's just..."

"Just?"

"I think I will have to worry about a long list of love rivals. This role will give you a girl crush concept. Men and women will compete with me." Lewis shook his head, raising the script to read a dialogue.

"Just look at this, 'I don't care what you heard about me, go hear it again.'" Lewis read the dialogue aloud, cocking his head at her. "Please step on me."

"It's good. I don't need to act since it somehow feels like I only had to act like myself." Devon giggled. "Also, what do you mean to step on you? That's not part of the script."

"Nothing. Just something I said in passing." He shook his head, brushing off the scenarios inside his head. "Anyway, I heard what happened today."

"What transpired today?" she tilted her head to the side, blinking innocently.

"About the coffee." Devon nodded as he clarified. "Did they bully you there?"

"Honestly, people didn't care about me and left me alone. However, Clarisse, who was playing as the female lead, purposely waste everyone's time and kept picking on Bella. So, I stepped in."

"Is that so?"

"Mhmm! If I didn't step in, she will continue wasting everyone's time with the excuse that she wasn't feeling it today. I would have to return even later if that happens." Devon frowned, shaking her head as she recalled what just happened.

"Good job." Lewis smiled, pleased at Devon's critical thinking. If he heard it from someone else and came to know that Devon would return late because of someone who lacked ethics, he'd mess with them. 

"Also, she was very scared when I told her not to mess with me. I feel like a villain." A grin appeared on her face as it seemed he condoned her action. "Will you hate me if I become a villain?"

"I always have soft spots for villains."

******

Three days had passed, and Devon was called again to the set of the movie they were filming. This time, however, Bella wasn't around as her scenes were done. Only Dion was present, as usual.

"Damn, I forgot to tell my bro to get you a glam team." Dion clicked their tongue as the two of them were just sitting on a plastic chair in the corner of the warehouse. "How can they treat my sis like this?" 

Dion kept grumbling to himself while Devon internalized. Today, she would have to shoot a torture scene. Just some kind of foreshadowing of the mafia boss.

"A torture scene... did she really inform my big brother of what kind of role she will take?" he murmured, gazing at her with doubt in his eyes. But Dion then sighed as he realized how hopeless Lewis was. 

His brother was so smitten with Devon that he would buy her a food delivery scooter. Dion doubted Lewis would even argue with Devon, as his brother had turned into a complete 'yes man'.

"Sis, do you..." Dion trailed off as soon as he locked eyes with her, swallowing a mouthful of saliva as there was something off in her eyes. 

"Are you lonely?" asked Devon, and he shook his head. "Should I make you lonely?" 

"Sis, I mean, boss, I'm not your enemy." Dion instinctively raised his hand as he felt an instant chill ran down his spine. Just a moment ago, they were alright! How could she become so intimidating just after half an hour? 

"You are a simple fool to think the likes of you will be my enemy," She muttered, lifting up the script to read it again. 

Her demeanor, the way her eyes sharpened, and her tone just felt so frigid. If he didn't know better, Dion would think she was possessed! He had been in the entertainment industry and was not new in this kind of situation, but it felt strange with Devon doing it.

'She's really into it.' Dion shook his head, pressing his lips together when she glanced at him. 'Mafia boss... she wouldn't kill real people, right?'

*****

Soon, Director Fang briefed Devon about the scene while she listened in silence. He had noticed that she was already in character, so he only told her relevant things.

"So, we will do the sparring scene first?" asked Devon, shifting her gaze at Director Fang. "Can I choose which sword I'd like to yield?"

"Oh! You don't have to do the stunts, just..." Director Fang trailed off as her expression literally screamed 'that is what I had asked'. "... we have props ready. Your role only yields a sword with a dragon. You can take a look at it if you're interested."

"Thank you." Devon sported a smile that didn't reach her ear, walking away to the direction Director Fang pointed at.

While she walked away, Director Fang watched her back. He kept tilting his head from the side, then slowly to the other.

"Director Fang, we can start any time." A staff came up to him to inform him."Director?" 

"Before that, can you tell the writers to revise the script? I just thought of an idea."