Jason walked into the lounge with big strides after finishing the divorce procedures with his lawyer. On his lips, there was still a lipstick mark from his childhood sweetheart Mia, which was extremely glaring.
When he saw me, the upward arc of his mouth disappeared instantly, and his eyes revealed a cold chill: "Sophie, can you put yourself in the right place? This is the double lounge arranged by the crew for the male and female protagonists. What are you doing here?"
I picked up the thermos cup on the dressing table and replied indifferently, "Come and get something."
I got up at 3 a.m. to prepare the meal for Jason. However, when he came to work at 5 a.m., he hadn't eaten a single bite.
I turned around and was about to leave, but he frowned unhappily: "Don't make it again, it's hard to swallow."
This is not the first time Jason dislikes the food I cook. In the past, I might have questioned him like crazy, but this time, I was too lazy to even open my mouth. I just said "hmm" lightly and turned to leave.
He called me and said that the crew was going to have a dinner party tonight and the director wanted him to discuss the script with Mia. I pretended not to hear the guilty conscience in his words and responded coldly, "Okay."
After closing the door, I threw the thermos into the trash can without hesitation.
Since the filming location of the previous scene was close to his home, Jason did not stay in a hotel. It was already 1 a.m. when he got home.
Seeing that I wasn't sitting in the living room waiting as usual, he pushed open the bedroom door and asked impatiently, " Sophie , you know I don't sleep well, why don't you make some soothing tea?" I covered my head with the quilt and replied perfunctorily, "We ran out of tea last night. If you want some, order takeout yourself."
As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed the door and went into the study. This was a sign of his anger, and also a sign that I was about to humbly admit my mistakes.
However, that night, he waited until the early hours of the next morning, and I did not knock on the study door.
The next day, the crew moved to the mountains outside the city for filming. Jason let me ride in the nanny car with him, which was a rare occasion.
As soon as I got in the car, I saw Mia, wearing a low-cut backless dress, walking towards me gracefully: "Brother Jason, do you have any mosquito repellent? I attract mosquitoes..."
Seeing me, she changed the subject: " Sophie is here too, so I'd better take the car behind." Before she finished speaking, Jason said to me coldly: " Sophie , can you be more sensible? Stop making trouble and get off and take the assistant's car."
For the first time ever, I got out of the car without saying a word.
Jason couldn't help but frown as he watched me walk away. Five minutes later, I received a WeChat message from him: "Mia will show her thighs in today's scene, don't get me wrong."
I responded succinctly: “Understood.”
The message "The other party is typing..." continued in the dialog box for several minutes, but I didn't even think about it and simply exited WeChat and turned off the phone.
Without Jason's command information, the scenery along the way seemed to become particularly beautiful.
The shooting ended at 11:00 pm. When finishing work, the elevated platform built by the carpenters suddenly collapsed. Jason, who was sitting on the lounge chair, pushed Mia away like an arrow, and the two rolled to the ground and kissed each other unexpectedly.
