With the roles reversed, Jonah Goodman’s face burned with humiliation.
Yet Cecilia Sterling wasn’t deliberately targeting him. Every word she spoke was simply her truest, most honest thought.
She had long since lost the ability to fall for a man. If a man could hold her gaze for more than a few seconds, there was likely only one reason: he was handsome.
That’s right; she still had a thing for handsome men. She’d never deny it.
She had said all that needed to be said, making her stance perfectly clear. Even though the look of astonishment hadn’t completely faded from Jonah Goodman’s face, Cecilia Sterling simply offered a cheerful smile and walked away.
Watching from afar, Estelle Goodman had no idea what happened. All she saw was her brother, looking as if all the life had been drained out of him. When Cecilia returned, she rushed over to ask, "Sweetie, what’s the situation? Did you tear into him?"
Cecilia Sterling let out a soft laugh and retorted with a quizzical look, "Why would I do that?"
"Then why does he look like that?"
’He looks shocked, a little hurt, and something else, too. It’s complicated.’
Cecilia sighed and confessed, "It’s just as you hoped. I drew a clear line. We can be friends, but anything more is impossible."
When Estelle Goodman heard this, she instinctively clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide as saucers. "You... you actually said that?"
Cecilia nodded earnestly. "What’s with that reaction? Isn’t this what you wanted?"
Estelle Goodman’s expression was now even more complicated than her brother’s had been. Excitement seemed to be warring with conflict and an undercurrent of uncontrollable surprise.
After a long pause, she suddenly laughed. "He’s always the one rejecting people. It’s about time he got his comeuppance. Cecilia, that was brilliant."
Cecilia felt a smile tugging at her lips, but in the end, she just shook her head, at a loss for words.
’I really didn’t mean to humiliate Jonah,’ she thought. ’It’s just better to be direct about these things. Since I have no intention of giving him a chance, I shouldn’t let him cling to any false hope.’
*
After a kiss scene, some actors could take a moment to adjust and immediately snap out of character.
Others, however, would remain lost in a daze of confused passion, reliving the moment long after—so much so that it seeped into their wet dreams, leaving behind a damp spot on their underwear.
When Andrew Sutton got out of bed, he stormed into the bathroom for a shower, feeling both annoyed and ashamed.
He had just finished blow-drying his hair when a loud BANGING erupted at his door.
"Andrew! Andrew!"
Drake was shouting his name from the hallway. Andrew set down the hair dryer, quickly pulled on a clean pair of underwear and his pants, and then went to open the door.
"What’s wrong?"
Drake said in a panic, "We’re screwed! You just shot the kiss scene yesterday, and now fans are swarming the hotel. It’s chaos downstairs! We have to take the back exit today."
Andrew’s expression hardened at Drake’s words. Without a second thought, he shot back, "Why the back door? What if they can’t find me here and decide to cause a scene on set instead?"
"But you can’t just go down there like this, can you? What if they grill you?"
Andrew walked back into the room and started getting dressed. "They don’t need to grill me," he said. "The kiss scene has been filmed. That’s an undeniable fact. What do I have to be afraid of admitting?"
Drake nearly burst into tears when he heard Andrew was planning to admit it to their faces.
"Andrew, don’t scare me like this! If Iris finds out, she’ll have my head!"


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