The woman was so frightened she shivered, quickly closing her mouth and not daring to make a sound.
The young man saw her quiet down, withdrew his gaze, and continued whittling the wooden branch in his hand.
Madam Tan sat there with her head down, lost in thought. After a while, she shakily stood up, approached the young man, raised her hand, and unfastened her collar.
"Young hero, I beg you not to kill me. As long as you don’t kill me, I’ll do anything you want." The woman’s voice trembled a little.
Gabriel Blake paused his actions, looked up, raised his chin, and smiled faintly as he watched the woman undress.
Madam Tan at this moment should be timid and bashfully removing her outer garments, attempting to seduce him.
But she couldn’t complete the action at her collar with her hand, as she stared straight into the young man’s eyes.
In those brilliant eyes sparkling like glass, sarcasm and ridicule were evident.
As if mocking her current behavior.
Ivy Willis was completely out of character, her expression meant to be one of fear replaced with resentment, longing to pounce and bite the person in front of her.
"Cut, cut, cut. Ivy Willis, what are you doing? Are you really so tired of living that you dare glare at a murderer? Have you read the script? Do you know how to act?" Bryce Xavier suddenly stood up and shouted.
Ivy Willis was startled, suddenly realizing they were filming.
"Director, I..." She wanted to defend herself but couldn’t find the words.
Just now, Bella Green’s expression, in her eyes, was gloating at her, using seduction to bow and scrape before him.
"No more nonsense, let’s do it again." Bryce Xavier impatiently waved her off.
Ivy Willis lowered her head, hiding the growing fierceness in her eyes, took a deep breath, convincing herself it was just acting, acting...
Shooting resumed for the second time.
Madam Tan removed her outer garment, feigning shyness, intending to fall into Gabriel Blake’s arms.
But the young man’s lips curled with a mocking smile as he moved his body aside, dodging the woman’s embrace.
As their bodies crossed, the young man softly uttered a word.
Ivy Willis’s pupils contracted suddenly, remembering Bella Green in the dressing room earlier, using a handkerchief to cover the chair she had sat on. Did this man despise her as dirty?
"Bella Green, what do you mean by that?" Ivy Willis shouted out of control.
This bastard had actually called her dirty just now?
"Ivy Willis, what’s gotten into you?" Bryce Xavier fumed, slamming the rolled-up script he held onto the table with a loud thud.
"Director Xu, it’s not my fault, Bella Green insulted me." Ivy Willis’s eyes reddened with grievance.
"Bella Green, what’s happening?" Bryce Xavier finally found a chance to reprimand Bella Green and eagerly prepared to unleash his tirade.
However, before he could start, Bella Green looked even more wronged and innocent, shrugging: "I was just saying my lines."
"Nonsense, there’s no such word as ’dirty’ in the script!" Ivy Willis was so angry: "You did it on purpose!"
"Why would I purposely say that? The script I have clearly has it written. Look, you’ve already been with other men, and now you’re throwing yourself at me. Isn’t it normal for me to find it dirty?"
Bella Green spoke so logically and convincingly. Yet, interestingly, in her words, she didn’t use the names of the character in the play but said ’you’ and ’I’.
Ivy Willis was almost beside herself with rage, thinking, what does it mean you were with other men, and I find you dirty?
This person was doing it on purpose, even cursing her as he spoke!!