Aurelia Shaw sat in front of a table next to a big tree. The lighting here was dim, and there were a lot of mosquitoes. There weren’t many sitting at this table. The plate in front of her was piled high with food. The others were chatting enthusiastically, but Aurelia seemed oblivious, focusing on her freshly grilled chicken wings. The others had no intention of inviting her into their conversation.
An insignificant actress, often arrogant and proud on set, they had no desire to pay her any attention.
Socializing among women in the entertainment industry is very pragmatic. If you don’t hold any value for them, they’re unlikely to associate with a difficult woman who is also more beautiful and glamorous than they are. It’s different with Eleanor Spencer. She’s beautiful, comes from a good family, and is kind and gentle to others, approachable. Being around Eleanor gives them a sense of being favored by nobility, as if they themselves have become nobility.
If it weren’t for relying on knowing Eleanor Spencer, could Aurelia get to play the second female lead? Ha, dream on!
The exclusion by the other actresses didn’t bother Aurelia at all. Their small tricks weren’t worth her time, nor would they interrupt her meal.
Mmm~ the chicken wings were indeed tastier.
One might say, Aurelia had some level of obsession with food.
Aurelia had some level of obsession with food.
In her past life, she was often hungry for three or four days in a detox center. The food she had was moldy, the water foul, and every day she was injected with drugs. Her sense of taste became greatly impaired, almost unable to taste any food.
During those dark days, she didn’t even know whether to consider herself lucky or unlucky.
Footsteps approached.
Mason Nightshade stopped suddenly a few steps away from Aurelia. He squinted his eyes, observing her slightly petite figure under the dim light.
The other girls were chatting and laughing together, while she sat alone, eating with her head down, indifferent to everything else but the food.
The slender silhouette looked somewhat lonely.
Mason’s gaze deepened. It seemed like it wasn’t just his imagination. Since returning from the hospital, he noticed that Aurelia was different from before. Although he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was different, his sharp instinct, honed from being a former soldier, told him she was distancing herself from him. And this suspicion was almost a certainty.
The wife who used to have eyes and heart only for him was now gradually drifting away.
Mason felt inexplicably anxious, as if something was silently slipping away from his heart. He subconsciously clenched his fists, as if trying to hold it tight.
How long had it been since he last saw her genuine smile?
Recently, all he saw was her slightly distant, feigned smile.
At this moment, seeing her calm expression under the light, her cheeks puffed with food, it seemed she found this method too cumbersome and directly picked up the food to eat, her hands switching back and forth as the heat scalded them, pouting and blowing incessantly.
Without the patience to wait for the food to cool, she stuffed it into her mouth, resulting in a grimace from the burn. Her lips turned red, and her radiant peach blossom eyes puffed round, lively and adorable.
The cool corners of Mason’s lips involuntarily curved into a faint smile. After watching for a while, he finally walked over.
The other women at the table were happily chatting, when suddenly a tall, distinguished figure cast a shadow over them. One woman was startled and raised her head. When she recognized the distinguished face in the dark, her mouth dropped in surprise, "Mason... Mr. Nightshade!?"
The woman quickly stood up, her sharp, meticulously made-up face blushing shyly, eyelashes lowered bashfully while stealing glances at Mason’s cold yet gentle face. The upward curl of her lips betrayed her secret delight.
The other women shot her envious glances.