When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Chapter 1783

Chapter 1783 Ad Lib

For a moment, the entire film crew went into an uproar. They were all discussing among themselves who Rebecca truly was.

“Who is she to have the guts to hit the richest man around?”

“She might not necessarily have someone to back her up. Maybe he just can’t resist her.”

“He can’t resist her? Is this your first day here? Do you not know that Ashton’s partner is Scarlett? I was even there at their wedding. How long has it been since then? The old town is still there, and the video is still circulating around, but the people in it have changed. I’d say Vivian bewitched Ashton!”

“Oh please, do you know how to whisper? If Vivian hears it, the whole film crew’s going to suffer with you.”

“What are you afraid of? Are you telling me she has the guts to do it but not the guts to hear the people talk about it? Look at what Ashton has been doing recently! He’s acting so strange. It’s truly a case of those who sleep with dogs will rise with fleas.”

Gossips would always happen in places where people crowd, but they had no idea that the one they were talking about was right beside them.

Nevertheless, their words did not bother me; my focus was entirely on Ashton.

I could not believe that a prideful man like him had no reactions to such a humiliating moment. He only lowered his eyes and recollected himself before quietly leaving the place and disappearing into a studio.

No staff members rushed to console him. Instead, the director ran toward Rebecca and began buttering her up. “Vivian, you’re such a great actress. That adlib was fantastic!”

Rebecca rolled her eyes but did not answer. Ignoring the way the director’s smile froze, she asked the makeup artist to continue touching up her makeup. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Embarrassed, the director instantly scowled and sarcastically uttered, “Actors and actresses are really getting more and more disrespectful of the script nowadays. They’ll change it on the spot whenever they want to. Are they looking down on the scriptwriter and the directors?”

Rebecca instantly understood what the director meant. She sneered before turning around. “You there. Are you talking about me?”

The rudeness of her tone was a clear display of how pompous she usually was in the crew.

When the director heard that, he instantly turned cowardly as he smiled apologetically at her. “Of course not. I’m telling the rookies that. Vivian, everyone knows how capable you are! All right, all right. This part of the filming is over. Let’s take a rest for now, everyone. We’ll be starting again in half an hour.”

With that said, the director turned and left to retreat to his breakroom. The very second he turned around, he dropped the smile and cursed at her under his breath.

Millie then led me to the break room that Ashton was at while avoiding Rebecca.

When we entered, Ashton had his back against the door in silence. I did not know what was on his mind. His broad back had blocked out all of the light from the lamp above, making him seem larger than he usually was.

Thinking that it was the assistant, Ashton growled, “Spit it out and get lost once you’re done.”

It had only been one week, but it seemed like ages since I had heard his hoarse voice.

The longer I stared at his back, the more I wanted to rush forward and give him a hug.

That was exactly what I did.

However, Ashton was far too wary. He thought that I was a stranger with wicked intent, so the moment I touched his body, he instinctively moved to the side and put a gap between us.

When he spun around and saw that it was me, he furrowed his brows. “Why are you here?’

Nathaniel was not around, so even if he tried keeping a sense of distance between us, I could still hear the gentleness in his voice.

“You never appeared in the hospital despite my long stay there, so I had no choice but to come to you.”

The concept of yearning was so odd to me. When I could not see him, I could barely eat and sleep, but after seeing him, I miss him even more than when we were apart.

If only I were quicker. I would be able to hug him. I would be able to get some strength to stay afloat longer. A hug, and I’ll realize that I’m not fighting this battle alone.