Chapter 243
The Remorseful Brothers
Chapter 243 Coleman knew that in the entertainment industry, many things were beyond oneâs control and that maybe Madeline had no choice but to work with Yohannes Yohannes didnât realize that Coleman thought so poorly of his ethics. He pursed his lips and said, âThis is Maddieâs first time shooting a leading role. I hope you will be considerate and understanding. If there are any issues, just contact me directly Coleman nodded. He didnât believe that Madeline was a pure rookie without experience. However, he didnât say anything.
During a break, Madeline took a few sips of water, and Yohannes came over to check on her.
Madeline glanced at him with a mouthful of water, pulling her checks, âWhat are you doing here? Arenât you busy with your filming! Do you have the time to come to such a remote place to visit me?â
âWho said Iâm here for a visit?â Yohannes gave her a disdainful look. âIâm just passing by. I recommended you to Coleman because I felt sorry for you. Since I got this role for you, Iâm worried about your poor performance affecting my reputation.â
Madeline nodded, satisfied with Yohannesâ reaction, which was very typical, She smiled and said, âDonât worry, I wonât harm your reputationâ
Parting Yohannes on the shoulder, she added, âIf you have time to criticize me, you might as well focus on your linesâ
âThank you for your kind reminder. Yohannes shook her dirty hand off. âYour hands are covered in mud and youâre touching my clothes. Theyâre filthyâ
Madeline spread her hands and blinked innocently. âSorry, I forgot I just finished cutting grassâ
Her beautiful hunds were covered in grass and mud, and her halfâexposed arms had red and black scratches from working in the fields. Her feet were clad in uncomfortable straw sandals, and they were dirty as well Yohannes frowned deeply. âDonât your hands hurt! You only need to go through the motions, not film continuously. If you feel embarrassed to tell Coleman that, I can talk to him on your behalf.â
âWait!â Madeline grabbed Yohannes arm, pulling him off balance. He stumbled into her, almost losing his footing if he hadnât caught her shoulder.
Yohannes eyes were fixed on hers, and suddenly, his cars grew hot. He dodged Madelineâs hand as if he had been electrocuted.
Madeline, unfazed, said, âThank you for giving me such a good script, Yohannes. Because the script is excellent, I want to perfect my character portrayal. Donât worry about me. I know my limitsâ Her eyes sparkled with genuine sincerity.
Yohannes found himself lost in her eyes, unable to look away. This was bad. He had told himself to be reserved before coming.
He couldnât help but reach up and pluck a piece of grass from her ear. âWould you like to have dinner together tonight? I can I can wait for you.
Madeline thought about it and realized she didnât have any evening scenes. Although she was the leading actress in this play, it was an ensemble piece, and everyone else had a lot of scenes too. Compared to them, her part didnât take up a large proportion.
She had some time to rest.
âSure. 11 treat. Thereâs a mountain retreat nearby with decent foodâ She said, waving her hand. Tm heading back to shoot more scenes now.â
Yohannes watched her leave.
Rockley, holding a phone, said, âYou have a magazine shoot tonight, Yohannesâ
âPush it backâ said Yohannes.
âWhat?â Rockley said.
Yohannes stood there, not feeling bored at all. He just wanted to see Madeline shine in the spotlight.
He smiled slightly and said. âI didnât expect that she would naturally be suited to be an actress. Donât you think?â
âOf course. Ms. Larsonâs acting skills have been recognized by Mr. Brock. Sheâs really amazingâ Rockley said, impressed and cautious, wary of saying too much. He didnât want to lose his endâofâyear bonus for saying something wrong Rockley chuckled and continued. âIf you are as good at acting as Ms. Larson does, Yohannes, youâd definitely be a top idolâ
âReally!â Yohannes glanced at him coldly, his tone a bit off. âIâve been on a business trip recently, and no oneâs been keeping an eye on you. quite careless with your word Rockley pursed his lips and made a gesture of zipping them, adopting a quiet, compliant role. He still didnât understand how to compliment people properly.
11:54 AM Chapter 243 Luisa, holding a script. joked, âHow did you become Yohannesâ assistant with such great professionalism, Rockley? Itâs odd.â
Rockley whispered, âBecause Yohannes has a terrible temper and I have a good one, so... You know what Iâm saying.â
Luisa pursed her lips and snickered. They were actually from the same company. âBeing a top idolâs assistant is a tough job, but itâs also a blessing. Maddieâs temper is great; sheâs so kind. Once she becomes a big star, Tll be a top idolâs assistant.â
Rockley didnât think so. He thought, Few people can be a big star in a short time.
By the time they finished, it was already seven oâclock in the evening.
Madeline removed her makeup and changed her clothes. When she came out, it was getting dark. Feeling a bit guilty, she was about to call Yohannes. âI didnât expect that by the time I finished shooting. I missed dinner time. He must have eaten by himself, right? He probably didnât wait for me Madeline didnât get through, but she heard someone elseâs phone ringing.
Following the sound, she found Yohannes lounging in a chair set up earlier. He stretched out his legs, his tall body lying on the lounge chair. A hat was pulled over his face, obscuring his features. The blue hair pecking out revealed who he was.
Madeline poked his arm. âYouâre still here, Yohannes. How long have you been waiting? Arenât you getting bitten by mosquitoes!â
Yohannes opened his eyes, pulling off his hat. His face, more refined than a girlâs, looked tired and slightly dazed. He rubbed his nose and asked, âAre you done?â
âYes, weâve wrapped for the day. Are you hungry?â Madeline checked the time on her phone. âItâs already seven twenty Tm starving.â said Yohannes âReally?â Madeline instinctively reached to touch his stomach. After realizing what she was doing, she quickly pulled her hand back. âIt doesnât seem that bad. I thought you were really starving.
Yohannesâ hair was disheveled on his forehead. He sighed, straightened up, and fixed his hair and hat. If we donât leave now, I really will be.â