Chapter 1870: Chapter 1870
"Hmm, you... Norman York?" Skye Brown was slightly tipsy at this moment.
Norman York had well-defined facial features, deep and three-dimensional, the kind that wouldn’t appear flat when captured on the big screen.
"Yes, it’s me." Norman York slightly curved his lips, the arc of his smile deeper than usual.
He wasn’t someone who liked to chat up strangers; he was famously aloof within the industry.
But seeing the slightly tipsy woman in front of him, exuding a charm distinctly different from her professionalism, career, and age, he found himself surprisingly patient in dealing with her.
"You... so handsome... eyes... beautiful..." Skye Brown swirled her wine glass.
Norman York smiled; he had heard such compliments and flattery too often.
But the next second, the woman holding the wine glass suddenly stood up, grabbed his neatly ironed shirt collar, and harshly whispered in a hoarse voice, "Too bad, what I hate most are handsome men with beautiful eyes!"
Just like that bastard, scoundrel Dylan Wellington!
After saying this, Skye Brown pushed him away.
She plopped back into the chair, threw back her head, and downed her drink in one go.
Ever since she got drunk a few years ago and had an unfortunate incident with Dylan Wellington, she had sworn off alcohol.
During those years abroad, she managed her drinking well, but now, having just returned to Eastonia and wrapped a film he invested in,
after seeing the new lover he cherished like a treasure,
she found herself... drunk!
Skye Brown felt unsatisfied with her own ’downfall’, but she couldn’t stop herself from pouring more into her glass.
Finally, she even dispensed with the glass and grabbed a beer bottle from the table, ready to chug.
This prompted Norman York, who had just been watching with an indifferent expression, to unconsciously furrow his brows as he snatched the wine bottle from her hand.
At this moment, the large private room with several tables was bustling with activity.
Today was the launch day for the ’The Harem’ crew, and after the ceremony, the entire group was pulled to a nearby restaurant for a banquet.
Because the film was an investment appointed by Mr. Wellington, the crew had ample funding, and the dinner party location was superior to most other crews.
The staff was overjoyed by the good treatment—staff members and some minor actors were all holding up their glasses, toasting to Sasha Hammond.
Under the guise of showing appreciation to the ’boss’s wife’,
in reality, everyone knew sucking up to the ’boss’s wife’ meant sucking up to the ’big boss’.
Everyone was eager to climb through Sasha Hammond to get close to Mr. Wellington.
As a result, the actors who valued this film only came to toast Skye Brown as a matter of formality.
Meanwhile, no one dared provoke the always-not-so-fond-of-the-lively Norman York, so they gathered around Sasha Hammond, full of flattery.
This made Sasha Hammond’s side bustling with activity, while Skye Brown’s table was sparsely populated.
"Director Brown, if you drink any more, it’ll be too much." Norman York took the beer bottle from Skye Brown’s hand, speaking coolly.
He normally disliked meddling in others’ affairs, but seeing Skye Brown’s talent, punctuated by a hint of... adorableness,
he couldn’t disdain speaking to a drunk.
Skye Brown: "Give me back the wine bottle, I’m not drunk..."
Norman York: "Tsk... every drunk likes to say those three words, ’I’m not drunk’..."
Skye Brown shook her head, showing pitiful, puppy-like eyes: "I’m really not drunk, give me the wine."
Her mind was still too clear now, clear enough to recall everything about Dylan Wellington.
She wanted to get drunk, drunk enough not to see him again...
"Not drunk?" Norman York curved his lips in a cold smile: "If you’re sober, tell me, who am I?"
As he spoke, he suddenly leaned down, close.
The deep, three-dimensional, handsome face magnified in front of Skye Brown.
Skye Brown blinked, such beautiful almond-shaped eyes... slightly upturned, just like somebody.
Skye Brown hiccupped toward that handsome face: "You’re... Dylan Wellington?"
Norman York: "And you say you’re not drunk... looks like you’re quite intoxicated."
After speaking, he gave Skye Brown no chance.
Placing the wine bottle down, he bent over to lift the woman, drunk and ’unable to recognize people’, into his arms.
At that moment, the private room door was opened from the outside.
A shout burst from the lively crowd: "It’s Mr. Wellington... Mr. Wellington’s here to visit the set!" Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel~fire~net
[Author’s Note (Not Charged): I saw someone asking if the price has increased, it has not. It’s just that currently there’s only one update each day, so I’m writing a bit more. The charging standard is set by the website: 1000 words for 5 book coins, 1200 words for 6, 1400 words for 7, and so on~ After the new book’s launch on January 12, with more updates, the update frequency will gradually increase. Thank you for understanding~]