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As soon as I got home, I received a call from Director Brown. He said he had taken a fancy to one of my novels and wanted to adapt it into a TV series. I had refused, but Director Brown had an excellent reputation in the industry and was very serious about his work, and he would not allow anyone to interfere with the casting.

I had strongly recommended Henry before, but he refused because his acting skills were not up to standard. Therefore, the script adaptation was shelved. Now that he brought it up again, I agreed after thinking for a while.

I went to bed halfway through the outline. In the middle of the night, I heard the sound of the door lock turning while I was sleeping, and I knew Henry was back. I turned around irritably and continued to pretend to sleep. The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of the bed.

Although I closed my eyes, I could still feel a burning gaze. Why is Henry still not asleep? It's really annoying to disturb other people's sleep. Or is it because I didn't turn on the lights in the whole house like before, and sat on the sofa angrily waiting for him to come back? Is he a little uncomfortable?

But isn't this what he wants? In the past, every time I yelled hysterically, he would always look at me coldly, his eyes full of impatience and disdain. His calmness made me look like an unreasonable clown.

At first, when he and I argued about Orla , he would patiently explain. He said that although we broke up, we still had many common friends and were in the same circle, so it was not good to make things too awkward. He told me not to think too much.

Later, he simply didn't even bother to explain, and let my emotions erupt like a volcano, and then slowly die out.

Henry stared at me for a long time, and when I didn't move, he called out again, "Willow?" I was too lazy to respond and didn't move. After a long time, he finally left.

I gradually fell asleep and had no idea what happened afterwards. When I woke up in the morning, I found him already in the living room. There was a gift on the table. "Willow, I bought your birthday present a long time ago." He handed me a beautiful little box.

I opened it and saw a beautiful diamond necklace. "Thank you." I smiled, then put the box in my bag and turned to leave. He grabbed my arm from behind and hugged me. "I missed the appointment yesterday. I'm sorry." He explained, "When I was about to reach the cinema, I received a call from Orla . She said she was surrounded by fans and couldn't get away, so she asked me to take her home."

"Also, before, the planner said it was just a borrowed position, but..." I broke free from his arms and said in a light tone, "I know."

He was stunned. His expression, which had been warm just now, immediately changed. He frowned, with impatience in his eyes, "Willow, don't think too much. Orla and I are really just..."

" We are just friends, I believe you. After all, you are in the same company and you are alumni, so you should take care of each other." I interrupted him. He looked at me doubtfully, with a questioning look in his eyes, "Are you really not angry?" He was a little puzzled. If it were in the past, I would definitely have a big fight with him again. But now I think it's unnecessary.

"Of course I'm not angry. We are friends after all. There's nothing to worry about." I said in a flat tone.

There was guilt in his eyes, as if he wanted to make amends. "The crew is filming nearby today. Will you visit the set and get to know our crew?"

I still had to revise the script, so I refused outright, "I'm not free today, maybe next time."

Henry was stunned. He didn't expect me to reject him so straightforwardly. Yes, I had been looking forward to this opportunity to declare my sovereignty in front of everyone. I had expressed my desire to visit him on set many times, to know what he was like when filming, and to let everyone in the industry know that he had a girlfriend like me.

Henry frowned slightly, his face darkened. After all, he had finally shown mercy to me and gave me this opportunity, but I actually ignored it. He thought I was still angry, so he picked up his coat and walked out, "You didn't want it, so in that case, I'll ask Orla to come to visit you." After saying that, he slammed the door and left.