Chapter 250

At night.

Theresa was alone in her room, silently poring over the script.

She truly adored the script of Love in Bitter Winter.

For this script, she had poured her heart and soul into it.

No matter what, she needed to shake off her mood and strive to do justice to the film.

Theresa tried to block out the offstage distractions and focus all her energy on the work itself.

At this moment..

A knock on the door broke the silence.

Theresa walked over and opened the door.

Then, she saw Henri standing at the door.

Her face darkened, and she moved to close the door.

But Henri, smiling, blocked the door and said, “You seemed a bit off during filming, didn’t you?”

Theresa pursed her lips. “Why do you think my performance suffered, don’t you know?”

At that time, they had entered the room.

Henri had suddenly tried to kiss her.

It took all her strength to push him away.

Then, he acted as if nothing happened when they emerged.

This was Theresa’s first brush with such behavior, and naturally, it threw her off balance.

Later, when the filming started.

Alice was supposed to have developed feelings with Levi.

But after witnessing such a side of Henri.

Theresa simply couldn’t convince herself to get back into character.

That led to the series of cuts that evening.

Now, here was Henri, shamelessly bringing up the subject, and Theresa felt a surge of anger, almost to the point of wanting to strike him.

Henri greeted Theresa with a gentle smile. “Rose, you’ve got it all wrong. I didn’t expect such a strong reaction from you. But truly, I had no III Intentions. You’ve read the script, right? in the scene we were shooting tonight, our characters share a kiss. As a newcomer, you might be fine most of the time, but kissing scenes can trip you up. So, I was just trying to give you some practice beforehand. There was no other meaning behind it.”

Theresa frowned. “You didn’t look like you were just practicing.”

“We only had five minutes, I was in a hurry, that’s why I jumped right in. But when you resisted, I didn’t force you, did 1?” Henri explained, “You’re new to acting, so you might not understand. We actors, we have to be willing to dedicate ourselves to the craft. The quickest way to get into character for a romantic scene is just that. It’s my fault too, I forgot you’re a newcomer and not familiar with these things. Next time, I’ll discuss it with you in advance.”

Theresa began to waver. “Is that so?”

“Yes.” Henri nodded earnestly. “You know the reputation I’ve built through the many films I’ve done.

Everything I do is to better showcase the script, with absolutely no personal agenda.”

Henri presented himself as a paragon of righteousness.

Theresa started to doubt her own judgment.

Could it be that she had overreacted?

Maybe in show business, this approach was actually quite normal?

Hesitating, Theresa said, “Then perhaps I misunderstood.”

“It’s also my fault for not considering your feelings,” Henri said apologetically. “Here’s what I’ll do. To show how sorry I am, let me help you go over the script.”

“Thank you.” Theresa shook her head. “But that’s not necessary. I can study it myself.”

“I’m helping you and also helping myself. After all, a smoother shoot benefits us both, doesn’t it?” Henri said.

Theresa pursed her lips.

“Mr. Witt suggested I help you with it,” Henri said.

Theresa hesitated, then stepped aside. “In that case, I’ll take you up on your offer.”

Henri’s smile was almost imperceptible as he eagerly stepped inside.

Initially, Theresa was very guarded around Henri.

But once inside, Henri didn’t show any odd behavior.

He sat down and was all business.

“Come on, bring out the script, and let’s go over it together,” Henri said as he took out his own copy.

Seeing him with his own script, Theresa felt somewhat reassured.

They took out their scripts and began to discuss earnestly.

Henri’s reputation as a top actor was well–deserved.

With the same script, Henri could tease out more details, more layers of meaning.

After an hour of discussion, Theresa’s view of him had completely changed.

She had only one thought.

That’s the magic of a true movie star.

His understanding of the script was indeed much deeper than hers.

“Looks like we’ve about covered everything for tomorrow’s scene,” Henri said, his voice warm and comforting. “Do you have any other questions or need further assistance?”

By now, Theresa’s heart had softened, and she felt perhaps she had overreacted earlier that day.

Henri had even taken the time to rehearse with her, demonstrating a truly supportive nature.

“No more questions, thank you so much, senior, Theresa said with genuine gratitude.

“Don’t mention it,” Henri replied with a smile. “As long as tomorrow’s shoot goes smoothly, it’s all worth it.”

Henri’s words were too noble.

Theresa couldn’t help but feel touched.

“Well, in order to wish us a smooth shooting tomorrow, I think the hotel provides red wine. Why don’t we have a drink to celebrate? Henri suddenly proposed.

Drinking?

Theresa hesitated.

But she figured that since the misunderstanding had been cleared up, a little celebration wouldn’t hurt.

Besides, the wine was from her room, so there shouldn’t be any issues.

“Okay.” Theresa agreed.

She took out a glass of red wine, poured Henri a glass, and poured herself another glass.

“I’m not great with alcohol, so one glass is a celebration for me,” Theresa said.

“Whatever you say.” Henri chuckled, lifting his glass. “Here’s to a successful shoot tomorrow, may everything go off without a hitch.”

“To a successful shoot,” Theresa echoed, clinking glasses with him, and taking a sip.

Henri’s eyes flashed, and he also drank the wine.

After finishing their drinks, Theresa glanced at the time and subtly hinted. “Senior, we have an early start tomorrow, maybe we should…*

Her sentence was cut short A sudden change washed over Theresa.

Something wasn’t right.

A heat crept across her face, her thoughts began to swirl in a fog, and an indescribable longing surged from within.

Theresa looked up at Henri.

Henri’s current state was similar to hers.

His face flushed and his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light.

He stood and moved closer to Theresa.

Theresa’s heart pounded, and she pushed herself back, trying to escape.

“Senior, please, be rational. There’s something wrong with this wine,” Theresa said.

Henri’s face twisted into a strange expression. “I know.”

He knew?

Theresa’s expression suddenly changed.