Bella yawned and slouched in the chair, chatting idly with Fiona, who was also yawning continuously. The entertainment industry was tough. No matter how big of a star you were, if the script required you to get up at 4 a.m., you had to get up. She had only slept past midnight last night and had to wake up before 4 a.m. Exhausting! Why bother with all this when she could have lived comfortably? Being mocked and despised by Emily, so what? She couldn't hear her anyway.She yawned widely, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes. Such a hassle! According to the script, they, a bunch of idiots, were supposed to spend the night in the mountains, and getting up early was for filming the morning camping scene. Originally just an extra, with last night's incident of falling into the water, her teammates had to show concern for her, adding a few meaningless lines.The assistant bought coffee and sandwiches, and everyone found a place to eat. Bella felt a bit less sleepy as she ate. W
Discussing the script in the dead of night, Bella couldn't help but wonder why they couldn't discuss it during the day. If it were someone else, she could use the excuse of being busy recording during the day, but with Calvin... What script could they possibly have to discuss? It's more like discussing love and romance.Nervously, she knocked on the door, wondering if tomorrow there would be gossip about their late-night script discussion. A female internet writer going to a financier's room late at night to discuss a script and leaving at dawn - it's a scandal waiting to happen! Wait... is she going to be part of this gossip?Lost in thought, the door opened, and she was startled by the sight of a half-naked man. How could he open the door like this? Barefoot, with a towel wrapped around his waist, looking like it could fall off at any moment, even revealing some sexy hair... Bella instinctively took two steps back, her face flushing red. How could this happen? Calvin looked at her,
The set was bustling as usual, with Bella flipping through the thin script pages repeatedly. Reality show scripts were just outlines, and the specifics depended on individual improvisation and the director's last-minute adjustments. Bella, lacking experience, always managed to attract the director's attention with her straightforwardness, even if it meant being scolded. So, during breaks, she used her time to figure out how to avoid getting scolded. It had to be admitted that Fiona was more talented than her; whatever Fiona said was always met with the director's approval.Fiona looked down on her, despite Bella watching so many variety shows! This kind of thing was naturally improvised as needed, based on what the audience wanted to see. Did they still need teaching? If she were the director, she'd scold herself! "I'm going to buy popsicles, you think about it some more." On a hot day like this, she should be enjoying the air conditioning indoors instead of punishing herself. Bella m
Following behind Calvin, Bella glanced back at David standing there and felt quite sorry for him. It’s rare to find someone in the entertainment industry, or even in a regular workplace, who would stand up for a colleague like that. Of course, if he was standing up for her because he had feelings for her, then… She couldn't help but smile as she quickened her pace to walk beside Calvin, tilting her head to look at his cold, frosty face, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Calvin, where are we going?"Calvin didn't respond and led her straight to the director to watch some playback. The director was currently enjoying an ice pop, and Calvin told him to take his time and rest. Bella cheerfully unwrapped her ice pop, "Mr. Calvin, aren't you having one?" Her ice pop had started to melt after a short delay, making her frown.Suddenly, without any warning, Calvin leaned in and took a bite from her ice pop."Ah!" Bella exclaimed softly, looking at the now-missing corner of her ice pop. Realizing wh
The living room lights flickered on, the sudden brightness making Bella squint. Instinctively, she glanced at the clock on the wall—it was ten. Turning her head towards the entrance, she saw Calvin changing his shoes. Languidly, she asked, “Working late again today?” “Mhm,” Calvin replied nonchalantly. Bella redirected her gaze back to the television. Calvin was a workaholic, working overtime at least three days a week, a routine she had grown accustomed to. Typically, he would take a shower at this time and then seclude himself in the study to continue his grand endeavors. However, today was different. Calvin picked up the remote from the coffee table, turned off the TV, and then sat down on the single-seater sofa to her left, loosening his tie with a hint of lethargy. “I need to discuss something with you.” Bella looked at him in confusion. Discuss something with her? That was rare. In their three years of marriage, he had always had only one thing to say about domestic matters—“
Bella, irritated, slammed the mouse down. Ugh, this client was a nightmare—the wine promotion poster had been revised five times and still wasn't satisfactory! The client, a rather attractive woman, always showed up overdressed and smelling like she'd bathed in perfume, enough to make anyone sneeze. After several interactions, Bella’s four-word summary for her was—beauty without brains, totally clueless about design. But, the customer is always right, even if their taste is all wrong. Dealing with clueless clients wasn’t new for Bella, but Calvin’s sudden bout of madness had left her too frazzled to handle them. Sighing resignedly, she grabbed the mouse again. Her marriage was teetering on the edge, but she couldn’t afford to lose her job. At that moment, the sound of a swivel chair sliding nearby was followed by a face peeking over the partition. Glancing at her screen, she was somewhat surprised, “You've only changed the background color of the poster all morning? That woman is com
When Bella got home, Calvin was watching TV. Logic would dictate that a workaholic like him wouldn't be interested in entertainment, least of all idol dramas. Yet, there he was, strangely engrossed in one. It baffled her; what was a grown man doing watching idol dramas? His posture was relaxed against the couch, expressionless, his eyes unchanging as he watched the main characters share a passionate kiss on the screen. The kissing scene wasn’t particularly special, but such scenes tend to stir emotions in viewers, Bella included. She might not have thought much of it alone, but with Calvin there, she oddly felt her cheeks warm. "TV dramas these days can hardly progress without hugging, kissing, or rolling in bed," Bella commented as she dumped her shopping bags onto the sofa, relieved to be rid of the weight. "The audience likes these things." Bella was surprised by his response and retorted, "You like watching this?" She couldn’t grasp what had gotten into him. She remembered him
Bella shot Fiona a sideways glance. Not only was Fiona risqué, but she was also lewd. However, their compatibility indicated that Bella was no innocent flower either, just differently lewd. Fiona immediately caught Bella’s look and defended herself, "Crude but true! I can't stand your faux purity, married lady pretending to be a maiden!" "Can't you be more subtle?" Bella criticized the crass language. She had never introduced Calvin to Fiona, and such words seemed far removed from him. Raising an eyebrow, Fiona suggested, "If you prefer, we could call it 'lotus arm.' Is that subtle enough?" Bella couldn’t help but cover her face. Was it even possible to have a normal conversation with her? Everything Fiona said was tinged with innuendo. Meanwhile, Bella noticed Jessica leading two new faces into the conference room. Fiona’s eyes followed, murmuring sounds of disapproval, probably cooking up some sleazy thoughts. Bella nudged her, "Come on, haven't you seen men before?" Just a coupl