"Excuse me, where's the restroom?"
Natalia blinked.
That voice sounded familiar?
She tilted her head and looked over, while the man looked up. The two started.
"Shawn?"
"Natalia?"
"What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here?"
They spoke the same sentence at once.
After that, their expressions didn't look too good.
Natalia was bemused.
Of all the people she could bump into here!
Ever since that day she'd made their boundaries clear on the island, she'd thought she'd never see him again, but with her rotten luck, she wasn't just bumping into him here, but his compartment was right next to hers.
Shawn's face changed slightly, but he calmed soon enough.
He looked Natalia up and down.
It had to be said that she was getting more and more beautiful.
A beige one-piece dress emphasized her slim, slender figure, with sandals of the same color on her feet. Her black tresses flowed behind her, and she looked delicate and pure.
He'd only thought she was pretty before, but lacked the womanly aura that he liked, so he'd never been that interested in her.
But now, seems like if she put her mind to dressing up, her charms wouldn't lose to Jessica's.
In fact, they'd even surpass hers.
Shawn's gaze dimmed, and he suppressed his drunkenness, straightening up as he smiled. "I'm here to meet some friends of mine. What a coincidence seeing you here."
Natalia didn't grace him with a nice face.
"I'm not interested in what you're doing here. Please move out of the way if there's nothing else. I'm going back to my room."
Shawn cocked an eyebrow and looked at the compartment next to his.
"You're next door?"
Natalia rolled her eyes.
She must have inherited eight past lives' worth of bad luck to get a compartment next to his.
"It's all entertainment people next door. I just saw a few famous directors... oh, right, I forgot, you're a famous actor now, too."
These past couple days, "Strategies for Cannon Fodder" had started airing online. Even though it was a web series with small production value, reception was great, and it was getting plenty of clicks.
He smiled, looking a bit lonely. "I saw your performance in that show, Natalia. It was great. I loved it."
Natalia sneered. "What does my performance have to do with you? Do you think I need your approval? Your own wife's still sitting in prison, while you've got the mood to come out and drink? What? Getting ready for a new partner already? That's some real plastic love!"
Shawn's expression stiffened.
After Jessica's incident, he'd gone back to see her once. He'd felt that she was gentle and elegant before, but looking at her now, she was just a madwoman trying to think of ways to force him to bail her out. Forget everything else, she was just an annoyance.
He started regretting things.
Especially seeing Natalia's performance in the show – with an aura and technique that didn't lose to Jessica's, she couldn't have given that performance without some natural talent.
That was a woman he deserved.
And Jessica...
Ever since half a year or so ago, she'd changed. She wasn't the Jessica that he knew anymore.
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