“Your ‘R’ sound was slightly off just now. Try curling your tongue lightly, creating a sound similar to the English letter ‘L’.” Xanthea looked up and explained to him. Benjamin was momentarily startled, then quickly regained his composure and started to follow her instructions, but to little avail.
After several failed attempts, Xanthea put down her notebook, “Why don’t you come sit closer?”
“Okay.”
Benjamin obediently moved across the table, sitting directly opposite her. Xanthea slightly opened her mouth and began demonstrating.
“When you’re trying to make the ‘R’ sound, lightly curl the tip of your tongue like this, let your tongue gently touching your upper palate without too much force; otherwise, the sound won’t be accurate.”
She was like a dedicated teacher, but all Benjamin could focus on were her captivating eyes, the graceful arch of her nose, her rosy lips, and the glimpse of her delicate tongue… He was mesmerized once again.
Oliver walked into the office with some documents just in time to witness this scene.
Xanthea was sitting across from Benjamin, gesticulating as if trying to explain something complex, while Benjamin stared at her, as if he were enchanted.
“I haven’t arrived yet, and you’ve already started discussing the script, haven’t you?” Oliver remarked.
“Uncle!” Xanthea exclaimed, standing up. Benjamin quickly averted his gaze, only realizing after a moment that his heartbeat was thundering.
“I was just teaching this gentleman how to pronounce the trilled R sound.”
“This gentleman?” Oliver chuckled, “Xan, don’t tell me you don’t recognize him?”
“Isn’t he your friend?” she replied, puzzled.
“Ha!” Oliver clapped Benjamin on the shoulder, introducing him grandly, “This, my dear, is the young master from the northern parts of Crestwood, a national movie star who has shattered box office records multiple times—Benjamin Jones!”
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