Spencer, of course, would not admit it. He calmly explained, "I was just about to reach out when she fell too fast."
The director was speechless.
At this moment, Angel, drenched, was supported onto the shore. Covered in water, her wet hair stuck to her face, making her head look larger.
She had really twisted her ankle this time, unable to stand even with support, a sharp pain causing her to shiver.
Droplets of water adorned her face, breathing heavily, unable to even open her eyes. Her frightened heart slowly calmed down.
Angel, at this moment, captured everyone's attention. She clearly heard Spencer's nonchalant explanation earlier, infuriating her to sneeze twice, unable to argue.
Cold! Bone-chilling cold!
A gust of evening wind made Angel shiver uncontrollably.
She was so disheveled, and being stared at by so many people was simply too embarrassing. It felt like being played and suffering in silence.
The director's face turned purple, mind blank for a few seconds, unable to convey any instructions.
After all, it was early spring. Although wearing an evening dress would suit this temperature, getting into the water really tested one's physical strength.
"Hurry, take her to dry off! Quickly change clothes and touch up her makeup!"
The director checked the time on his wrist and added, "Staff, clean up the water on set!"
Water was everywhere, unexpected to be delayed because of this incident.
Angel was assisted off, changed her clothes, and after reapplying her makeup, Adelaide used a towel to dry her hair in the dressing room. Onlookers whispered, "Was it intentional?"
Who knows?
Angel didn't answer. While she thought it was deliberate too, she also couldn't figure out whether Spencer had reached out his hand or not. Was it because they hadn't rehearsed in advance, hence unable to cooperate well?
She liked him, so she was still trying to find reasons for him. That's how women are, how lowly people are.
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