Ice-Cold Ceo, Crazy Love By Christin Donald (Edward) novel Chapter 238

Chapter 238 

Theresa, for the umpteenth time, ventured into the vast snowy abyss. 

The film crew was pushing the limits. 

As if the naturally whistling winds weren’t enough. 

Mr. Witt had brought in several monstrous wind machines, directing a relentless gust at Theresa. 

The cold wind was bone–chilling. 

Theresa couldn’t help shivering. 

But the road ahead had to be taken, and the film had to go on. 

She clenched her teeth, her face taking on a stubborn look. 

Mr. Witt nodded in approval from his spot. 

That was exactly the feel he wanted. 

Alice, after all, was a girl who appeared radiant and delicate but was also proud and stubborn. 

Theresa just needed to be herself to bring out eighty percent of the character’s spirit. 

The remaining twenty percent would come to life with just a little jump from him. 

In the snow. 

Theresa walked her path with dedication, following the script. 

In the end, as the script dictated, she fell into the snow. 

“Cut” said Mr. Witt. 

But Theresa didn’t move for several seconds. 

Just as Mr. Witt was about to call out again. 

Susan hesitated for a moment and then dashed out.. 

She was bundled up in thick clothing, but as soon as she stepped out of the studio, the terrible wind and snow hit her full on, stinging her face like slashes of knives. 

Just a few seconds into the storm, and Susan was already struggling. 

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Yet Theresa, without a single complaint, had been acting in such conditions for over half an hour. 

Susan bit her lip and rushed out. 

“Susan?” Thomas got startled and quickly followed. 

Susan was the first to reach Theresa. 

With great effort, she helped Theresa up. 

Theresa’s face was pale, her entire body so cold it had turned purple. 

“Susan?” Theresa bit her teeth. “Why did you come out? Go back inside.” 

Susan shook her head, her gaze fixed on Theresa’s knee, which was alarmingly red. 

Theresa’s performance. 

It wasn’t all just acting. 

She had genuinely stumbled. 

Yet she hadn’t let on at all, powering through the scene with sheer determination. 

“You’re hurt,” Susan said through clenched teeth. “Someone help, please!” 

The crew was taken aback and hurried over to assist. 

Thomas had followed Susan out. 

He caught sight of the ghastly wound on Theresa’s knee and instinctively said, “I’ve got her.” 

He bent down to lift Theresa. 

Theresa glared at him fiercely. “Get lost.” 

This woman. 

Thomas felt a pang of irritation. 

But seeing Theresa’s pale face, he held back his words and simply carried her in his arms. 

Theresa wanted to struggle, but she had no strength left and had to let Thomas carry her. 

Soon, Thomas had carried Theresa back to the studio. 

“Sorry,” Theresa said, a bit embarrassed. “I didn’t see that there was a rock. I accidentally hit my knee on its sharp 

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edge.” 

Mr. Witt glanced at the startling wound and quickly said, “Don’t worry you rest for today. I’ll shoot the other 

scenes.” 

Theresa struggled to speak, “I don’t need to rest, I can still shoot, I…” 

“Zip it,” Thomas said. “If you’re told to rest, then rest. Stop the chatter.” 

“You…” Theresa looked at Thomas with anger. “Do I need you to tell me what to do?” 

“Now you don’t need me to tell you what to do? When you were out in the snow, why didn’t you get up by yourself?” Thomas couldn’t help but say 

Theresa, without a word, tried to get down. 

“Stop moving, or I’ll throw you down,” Thomas said. 

“Throw me down then, do it now!” Theresa said in anger. 

‘Fine, I’ll throw you down. You think I won’t?” 

“Then why haven’t you done it?” 

s of 

The crew watched the spectacle, which resembled a quarrel between schoolchildren, with expressions bewildered amusement. 

Susan was torn between concern for Theresa and the urge to laugh. After a moment, she cleared her throat and said, “Both of you, be quiet. Thomas, carry Rose back to the hotel to rest.” 

“If Susan insists, then I’ll reluctantly agree,” Thomas said, his face a portrait of forced compliance. 

“Do I need your reluctant help? Put me down, Theresa said angrily. 

“Ha. I’m giving Susan some respect, not squabbling with you.” 

“Didn’t you hear me? Put me down!” 

“I can’t hear you.” 

“What, are you deaf?” 

The two of them were off again, like children in a playground squabble. 

Susan’s face was a picture of exasperated amusement. ‘How about you two continue this at the hotel?” 

“Who wants to argue with her, him!” they said in unison. 

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Thomas and Theresa exchanged glances, each seeing a flicker of disdain in the other’s eyes. 

Thomas even had an Inexplicable feeling. 

This mutual annoyance felt oddly familiar. 

Before he could ponder it further, Susan began to urge them frantically. 

Left with no choice, Thomas carried Theresa back to the hotel. 

Back in hotel room. 

Susan went to fetch some antiseptic for the wound. 

Thomas and Theresa looked at each other, then quickly looked away, both feeling a mutual distaste. 

Half an hour later. 

Susan had treated Theresa’s wound and was fussing over her with various instructions. 

“I got it 

it, my dear housekeeper,” Theresa said with a grin. 

Susan shot her a look. “No matter how important filming is, it’s not as important as your health. You rest up for a few days before continuing. I’ll fill Mr. Witt in on the details.” 

Theresa wanted to say more. 

But facing Susan’s warning gaze, she could only say, “Alright, I’ll listen to you.” 

Susan’s face softened. 

Just then, a knock on the door was heard. 

‘I’ll get it.” Thomas volunteered, standing up. 

Opening the door, he saw a stranger. 

Thomas was confused. “Who are you?” 

Eason squinted slightly at Thomas. 

He had an excellent memory, and he was certain that this man was not part of the crew. 

How could such a stranger suddenly appear in Theresa and Susan’s room?