âIf I donât head over earlier to prepare, other people might see these marks. How will I explain myself then?â
âThereâs no need to explain yourself to anyone,â Weston found a hairdryer and switched it on.
A gust of warm air blew out of it as he combed his fingers through her wet hair.
Stella could only stand in front of him obediently, letting him have his way with her.
After he was finally done drying her hair, she grabbed her bag and was ready to charge out of the apartment. Weston stood at the door and pressed her shoulders down. âYou really donât need me to send you there?â
âNo need, just the driver will do.â Stella hurriedly changed into a pair of shoes.
Weston carried her up, crouched down, and sat her on one of his knees. He used his other hand to put a show on her feet. âSo clumsy.â
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Stellaâs feet were hauled off the ground, and she found herself sitting on his thigh the next moment.
Their body sizes stood in stark contrast.
Her whole body was securely nestled in his arms. She instinctively reached out to hold onto his arm to stabilize herself, and she could feel his firm muscles through her palm. They were like bands of steel that held her in place.
Stella lowered her head to see Weston helping her with her shoes. She stood up and said, âThank you.
Iâll be off then.â
Weston pulled her wrist and looked down at her. He didnât say a word but was clearly hinting at something . Stella pursed her lips and turned around slowly. She stood on tiptoes and kissed the corner of his lips. âWill this do?â
Weston lowered his head and captured her lips in a kiss.
A moment later, he released a panting Stella. âThatâll do.â
The movieâs filming phase was soon ending, and the crewâs atmosphere was slightly different than usual, more solemn.
Stella arrived one and a half hours earlier than scheduled, but there were already people beginning preparation work.
She didnât have much time and was soon ready for her make-up and hair as she sat there waiting for the make up artist.
âHere so early today?â
The make-up artist carried her briefcase into the room and was shocked to see Stella. âBradley isnât even here yet.â
Stella looked at herself through the mirror. âIâm slightly nervous, so I wanted to come early and run through my lines once more and find that feeling. Iâd hate to delay everyoneâs progress.â
The make-up artist was in awe of her professionalism.â Since youâre the first to arrive, Iâll help you with your make-up first.â
Aside from Guinevere, who had her own dedicated make up artist, everyone else in the crew shared the same make -up artists, and they often had to wait for their turn.
After a while, other actors arrived successively.
The filming process went by relatively smoothly. The final episode was largely Guinevereâs scenes, which were filmed very quickly.
She was originally prepared for Guinevere to come to her looking for trouble, but she didnât expect to see Guinevere behaving so professionally from the start to the end of filming. In fact, Guinevere was clearly immersed in her role.
She was not awarded the Best Actress in vain, after all. In no time, Stella was similarly immersed in her own character as well, thanks to Guinevereâs outstanding acting It was as if it wasnât Guinevere who stood before her but the senior warrior with whom she had a love-
hate relationship.
After the scene was filmed, Bradley was immensely pleased with it. He nodded profusely and praised Guinevere non-stop. âVery good. This is the standard we go by.â
He looked into the camera screen and waved his hands at Stella. âElla performed pretty well, too. Take a break for now. Thereâll be an important fighting scene tomorrow. Go through the moves with the trainer and familiarize yourself with them. Please watch out for your safety.â
Stella heaved a sigh of relief. âSure. Thanks, Bradley.â
She was about to leave when Guinevere suddenly called out to her. âHang on, Ella. I have something to say to you.â
Stella halted in her footsteps and turned to look at her.â Whatâs the matter?â