Yolanda blocked the door with her hand and took out chewing gum for him. “Calm down, the actress will be here soon. Don’t let anyone laugh at you.”
Hiding in the restroom after being startled by the kissing scene is a bit embarrassing for an actor; Ian is still too young after all.
He didn’t take it, and drops of water fell one by one from his hair strands.
Yvonne noticed his eyes were a bit red–he probably cried, right?
“Are you really that nervous? Afraid Ms. Sinclair won’t be satisfied? Just act like you did that night. Even if it was awkward, Ms. Sinclair will guide you on set.”
As soon as she finished speaking, his voice sounded hoarse as he began to speak.
“I don’t want to film the kissing scene.”
Yolanda’s expression darkened as she spoke nonsense.
Refusing to film a kissing scene as an actor shows a complete lack of respect for this craft.
To briefly immerse yourself in a role and experience the life of that character, you have to do what the role demands.
If he resists this much, what is he going to do when filming starts?
She said nothing, turned, and started to leave, but he quickly grabbed her wrist.
Probably afraid of upsetting her, he lowered his eyelashes.
“Ms. Grant, I’m afraid I won’t do well. Could you help me…?”
He said the last sentence very softly, lowering his head like a buzzing mosquito.
Yolanda was stunned for a few seconds before he pulled her into the bathroom.
As their lips met, a fiery sensation surged over him in an instant.
She was held and placed on the washbasin, her chin gripped, unable to resist at all.
She remembered last time, he clearly acted very unfamiliar.
She wanted to bite his tongue, but thinking he still had to rehearse later, she held back.
She turned her head away, “Don’t forget to breathe, don’t rush, the woman will feel uncomfortable.”
He kissed her again, “Like this?”
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She slowly pushed him away, but he followed down and tore a button off her clothes, revealing a bit of curve.
Her expression darkened as she pushed him away.
“Ms. Grant.”
He clung back again.
Yolanda saw through it–this was definitely not a compliant rabbit.
Relaxing even a little might leave nothing but bones.
She smoothed out her clothes, stood in front of the mirror, washed her face, and pushed down all the restless feelings.
“Got it now?”
He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, inching forward to kiss her ears and the back of her neck, leaving a string of wet marks.
“I got it.”
Yolanda held back again and again, then scooped up a handful of
His chin down to his chest was wet, his chest rising and falling, a
ter and splashed it backward.
What ght curl on his lips. “Angry?”
For some reason, Yolanda felt his vibe at this moment was a bit
Only more devilish.
Charles.
She smoothed out the wrinkles in her clothes. “Stop fooling around. Act properly later.”
“I’m still not very skilled. Could you teach me some more?”
Yolanda looked up and glanced at him in the mirror.
She turned around and grabbed his collar. “Ian, you’re like a money tree to me, so focus on doing your own job well first.”
He dropped his gaze onto her slightly moving lips.
His lips attacked again, holding the back of her head, lingering with passion.
Sensing she was on the verge of anger, he finally let her go. “I promise I’ll give my best performance later.”
Yolanda said nothing and just wiped her mouth.
She normally didn’t wear lipstick, but now her lip corner was a bit red.
She left the bathroom first. A few minutes after returning to the private room, Ian came in with that actress.
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Simone glanced at the time, speaking seriously, “Just a five–minute kiss. You’re both actors; you know what to do.”
Ian’s chest was still damp with water stains, just poured by Yolanda.
Yolanda sat beside him, watching as he leaned in and kissed Natalie, her gaze falling like a gentle breeze.
She was slightly startled but quickly regained her composure.
Natalie blushed from his kiss until Simone shouted, “Cut.”
Ian let go, but Natalie almost dropped to her knees.
Simone smiled, “Not bad, just like that. The next few scenes will be a bit more intense, and the instructor will guide you on set.”
After speaking, she looked at Yolanda, who was silent beside her. “Yolanda, I’m casting him. When does his current show wrap up?”
Yolanda ignored the look Ian gave her.
“Soon. He’s the second lead, so the role doesn’t last long.”
“Good. He’ll join the crew in half a month. Once all the roles are confirmed, I’ll tag you on Twitter. Ian’s Twitter is managed by someone, right? We can retweet and greet the audience. His past roles haven’t gone viral yet, and he has a long road ahead.”
“Aunt Simone, he’s managing his own Twitter now. If he causes any trouble, I’ll have the studio team take over.”
Simone stood up and saw Natalie still there, blushing shyly. Clearing his throat, he said, “Let’s go. Still acting like a lovestruck teenager.”
Natalie quickly got up from her chair and gave Ian a flirtatious look.
Only Ian and Yolanda remained in the private room.
Yolanda finally relaxed and reached out to him with a slight smile. “Once Ms. Sinclair’s show wraps up, you should hit the top tier.”
He stared at the hand in front of him, hesitated for a few seconds, then instead of shaking it, intertwined his fingers with hers.
Yolanda held back repeatedly; it seemed this trip to the mountains had made him bolder than before.
She shook off his hand and headed toward the door. “Let’s go find Megan. Tonight, let’s celebrate together. Once you join Ms. Sinclair’s team and become a star, your reputation will attract talents to the studio.”
The studio’s reputation had definitely been established.
Just as her fingers gripped the door handle, an embrace came from behind.
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His chin rested on her shoulder. “How about one more kiss?”
Yolanda said nothing. She had never met a man with such contrasts before.
So cold on the outside, yet able to act sweet and ask for a kiss.
She also hadn’t met anyone this clingy.
At least Charles never acted like that.
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Part 1: The Discovery of BetrayalYolanda Grant’s marriage was built on patience, sacrifice, and quiet endurance — but that illusion shattered in one night. It was late when she arrived at a dark, empty alley after receiving a mysterious message with an address. At first, she thought it was a misunderstanding. After all, her husband Charles Sinclair — a man of wealth, power, and refined taste — would never lower himself to something so vulgar. But when she saw him holding a young woman in his arms, kissing and touching her like a man possessed, every ounce of denial drained from her. Charles, the proud and disciplined businessman, was cheating — and in a filthy alleyway, no less.Part 2: The Scene of HumiliationFrom the safety of her car, Yolanda watched as the scene unfolded. The woman clinging to Charles was frail, trembling, and emotional, like a flower blooming in the mud. The surroundings — the stained floor, damp walls, and suffocating darkness — mocked everything Charles had always claimed to be. This wasn’t just infidelity; it was degradation. Yolanda’s mind swirled with disbelief. Her husband, who obsessed over class and perfection, had become a man of impulse and dirt. She didn’t confront him or make a scene; she didn’t even cry. Instead, she leaned back in her seat, numb, realizing that her marriage was already over in spirit.Part 3: Two Years of DevotionAs she sat there, flashes of the past flooded her mind. Two years of marriage — two years of her trying to please him in every way. She had known from the start that Charles didn’t love her. On their wedding day, he had made it painfully clear that his heart already belonged to another woman. Still, Yolanda married him out of hope, out of love, out of the foolish belief that devotion could melt even the coldest heart. She gave up her career, her ambitions, and her independence, just to prove she was worthy of him. She cared for him like a nurse for her patient — cooking his meals, planning his wardrobe, and tending to every detail of his life. And in return, she got nothing but distance and silence.Part 4: The Breaking PointNow, watching him entwined with another woman, everything she had built inside her — the patience, the sacrifice, the illusion — collapsed. The man she had once called her husband had become unrecognizable. He had torn off his noble mask and revealed himself as nothing more than a beast driven by desire. Yolanda felt like she’d been slapped, her dignity shattered into pieces. But instead of screaming or crying, she felt an eerie calm. Her pain was too deep to express. All she could think was: This marriage must end.Part 5: Charles’s UneaseWhile Yolanda drove home, Charles suddenly sensed that something was wrong. The headlights of a passing car illuminated his face, and a chill ran down his spine. He didn’t know whose car it was, but unease stirred in his chest. The girl in his arms whimpered for his attention, but his mind was already elsewhere. Straightening his clothes, he pulled away coldly. “That’s enough for tonight,” he said flatly. “The company’s got big projects. I can’t afford divorce rumors right now.” His words revealed not love, but calculation — every move guided by image and control. The girl, blinded by her feelings, agreed softly, claiming she would wait. But to Charles, it was just another temporary indulgence.Part 6: The Return HomeWhen Yolanda returned home, the villa felt colder than ever. She had just come out of the shower when Charles entered the bedroom, carrying his jacket. He looked as immaculate as always — tall, handsome, commanding — but tonight, his arrogance seemed cruel. On his pristine white shirt, Yolanda noticed a faint smear of pink lip gloss. She had never worn lip gloss; she hated its stickiness. That small, shiny mark told her everything she needed to know. As she dried her hair, she kept her expression neutral, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing her pain.Part 7: The Cold ConversationCharles glanced at her and asked casually, “When did you get back?”“This afternoon,” she replied.He loosened his tie, unbuttoning his shirt as if nothing had happened. “I was out playing golf tonight,” he added. The lie rolled off his tongue effortlessly. Through the reflection in the window, Yolanda saw the dirt on his back — proof that golf wasn’t the only game he’d been playing. With quiet fury, she shot back, “Then I guess you scored plenty of holes. Congrats.”Her sarcasm caught him off guard. For the first time, he frowned, slightly unsettled. He wasn’t used to this tone from her — the woman who once worshiped him now sounded indifferent, almost mocking.Part 8: His Cruel ArroganceInstead of apologizing, Charles smirked and wrapped his arm around her waist. “Are you mad? I told you when we got married that I didn’t love you. If you’re that unhappy, find someone else to cheat with.” His words cut through her like a blade. It wasn’t just betrayal anymore — it was humiliation. He treated her heartbreak as an inconvenience, as if her pain were irrelevant. Inside, Yolanda’s chest felt like it was being strangled with wire, every breath searing. Yet she stayed silent. Her quietness, once a sign of love, now turned into armor.Part 9: The Memory of InnocenceIn that moment, Yolanda’s mind drifted back to when she first met Charles. She was young, freshly adopted into the Grant family, and he was already the picture of perfection — disciplined, confident, untouchable. Back then, she looked at him with admiration and love. To her, he was everything she aspired to be. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that this same man would someday make her feel worthless. All those years of love, of marriage, of giving — they now felt like a cruel joke.Part 10: A New Beginning Hidden in the Word “Fine”Charles chuckled when she finally said, “Fine.” To him, it was just another empty threat, another outburst that would fade with time. He kissed her cheek, confident that her love would keep her shackled to him forever. What he didn’t realize was that this time, “Fine” wasn’t surrender — it was goodbye. Behind her calm eyes, Yolanda had already made her decision. The love that once bound her had turned to ash, and from that ash, something new was forming — strength.Chapter 1 ends with Yolanda’s quiet determination to take back her life. She won’t cry or beg anymore. This time, she’ll walk away — not as a broken wife, but as a woman reborn through betrayal.
