Even those who harbored hostility towards her and found her displeasing to the eye had once remarked that she was naturally suited for performing.
Suddenly thinking of William Foster, Clara Bennett’s mood improved significantly.
She decided to give William Foster a surprise, got off the car halfway, and opened her phone to send him a voice message: "William Foster, things here are done. What would you like to eat now?"
William Foster’s reply quickly appeared on the screen: "I’ve already reserved a restaurant for you. Are you planning to drive over yourself?"
"No, I plan to take a cab directly."
Clara Bennett replied softly.
Then she received his response: "It might be a bit early to have dinner now. Where are you? If there’s a café nearby, you can sit there for a while, and I’ll come to pick you up."
In fact, Clara was worried about whether it would be inconvenient for William Foster to go out, as not only did he have vision problems, but his legs were also not very convenient.
Just when she started doubting if she was being considerate enough, William Foster had already brought it up himself.
So she quickly explained through voice message: "No need, just tell me the restaurant address, I can find the place myself."
But William Foster seemed very adamant about this: "Be good, find a café to sit and wait, then send me your location."
Seeing him so insistent, Clara had to comply with his arrangement.
As soon as she sat near the window, the phone screen lit up again.
It was a new friend request notification, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be from the famous actor George Taylor.
Before, she had added some staff members in the crew, like screenwriters, and hadn’t expected to see his name this time.
This surprise made her both excited and slightly uneasy.
After all, she hadn’t been particularly friendly to them before, and she inevitably felt a bit guilty inside.
Clara still accepted the senior’s friend request politely and replied: "Hello, Mr. Taylor."
The other party quickly sent a suggestion: "You can just call me by my name or any shorter nickname."
Hearing this, she couldn’t help but twitch the corners of her lips slightly. Though internally she wasn’t too willing to address him so intimately, she still agreed: "Okay, then you can call me Clara from now on."
"Yeah, because we’ll be working together on-screen soon, playing a couple, so it’s important to communicate and interact more. You can call me George or Taylor from now on, it sounds more cordial."
The other party replied.
Thus began this somewhat awkward initial online conversation between the two.
During this period, although someone tried to ask her for more private contact information like her phone number, Clara politely and tactfully declined all requests.
Nearly twenty minutes later, she finally found a suitable reason to end this long conversation.
When it all finally ended, Clara let out a deep breath, feeling as if a heavy burden was lifted from her shoulders.
Truly, there wasn’t anything particularly wrong with George Taylor himself, it was just that past incidents had always made her keep a certain distance and caution towards him.
The trust of the past seemed to be covered by a thin layer of ice, making one hesitant to tread on easily.
This emotion wasn’t just directed at George Taylor, but towards anyone who approached her, as she instinctively recalled some fragments from past experiences.
The people around her, even those seemingly unrelated new faces, seemed to hold familiar traces she could recognize.
Thus, whenever someone appeared within her field of vision, Clara would instinctively activate a self-protection mode, staying in a highly alert state.
Just as this vigilant mood hadn’t completely settled, suddenly a ringing tone broke the brief and quiet atmosphere.
It turns out that the phone in her pocket began vibrating.
Quickly unlocking the screen to see the caller ID — William Foster, immediately eased Clara’s tense heartstrings considerably.
A faint smile inadvertently appeared on her lips, and her gaze no longer carried the slight aloofness as before.
So she naturally shifted her gaze from her hand to the direction outside the window, and right at this moment, Arthur Davis had just parked the car, stepping out slowly, and gently opened the car door, preparing for some pre-exit arrangements.
What happened next was very simple; it was just the exchange of a few sentences that might be involved in everyday conversations.
But hidden behind these simple exchanges lay meanings unknown to others.
At this moment, standing not far away, William Foster seemed to have realized something and cast a glance over their way.
Even though Clara knew very well that from where he was standing, it was impossible to directly see her position, she couldn’t help but feel a slight flutter deep down.
No particular reason could clearly explain this change in emotion.
Perhaps the only reason she could voice was that William Foster appearing here today was simply too dazzling and charming?
A pair of exquisitely styled gold-framed glasses appropriately outlined his deep and slender eyes, not to mention his meticulously coordinated ensemble.
First, a simple and neat, well-fitted pure white shirt laid the fundamental style of the whole outfit as the basic item.
Next was a light gray vest with a gentle tone and a slightly textured pattern to enhance layering while adding a touch of casual ease.
Finally, with a black and white fine-striped patterned blazer draped over, the entire appearance showed more elegance and grandeur without losing a few dashing and handsome vibes.
It was simply impeccable, a perfect exemplar!
However, the most attractive detail had to be the bouquet of pure white roses he held tightly.
They appeared particularly vibrant and luscious under the sunlight, swaying gracefully at his fingertips, as if they exuded a special magical aura.
When such pure and beautiful flowers combined with his already exceptionally handsome features, the aesthetic almost went beyond what an ordinary person could bear, like a finely depicted character portrait, stunning to behold.
"I’ll be out right away."
Clara quickly replied with a message to him through her phone.
Immediately after, in an almost subconscious move, without much thought or hesitation, she quickly took out her phone and snapped a photo of the captivating figure she wanted to capture this moment forever.
Obviously, this action did not escape William Foster’s sharp eyes. However, considering their mutual understanding, he did not immediately respond, instead deliberately appearing nonchalant to conceal the hard-to-suppress inner joy.