Chapter 331: Chapter 331
Quinn Lockwood sighed and looked apologetically at Mikael, saying, "I’m sorry for causing you so much trouble."
Quinn felt very guilty because Mikael had always been perfect, whether in expressing grief or love, he could convey it genuinely and fluently. The source of this content ɪs N()velFire.net
Unable to get into character, Quinn had to ask the director to shoot other scenes first.
To leave time for Mikael to teach her how to perform this scene well, Quinn specifically pushed back her evening variety show recording.
The two rehearsed in the crew several times before Quinn barely managed to reach the state of ’loving’ Mikael.
Just as Quinn thought there were no more problems, she discovered more difficulties with the subsequent scenes.
"Don’t worry, you’ve expressed the emotions here very accurately, just a bit more with your facial expression," Mikael leaned close to Quinn, whispering detailed advice on better expressing the character’s emotions.
Quinn nodded, just about to rehearse again, when the security guard interrupted.
"Excuse me, I need to lock up here, would you two mind... moving somewhere else?" The guard hesitated outside the door for a long time before entering.
He knew they were both important figures in the crew, rehearsing for the movie, but it was late, and he’d been waiting outside for two hours.
"Sorry, we’ll leave right away, we’re really sorry to trouble you." Quinn nodded apologetically to the guard, quickly packing things up to leave.
The two of them walked to the car, debating where to go to continue rehearsing.
Quinn looked up at the sky.
It had completely darkened.
The agency surely had also closed, and if today’s rehearsal wasn’t good, it would delay tomorrow’s shooting schedule.
"Miss Angel, I know saying this directly might be abrupt."
"But it’s the only quiet, spacious place I could think of with no disturbances." Mikael lowered his eyes slightly, seeming a bit hesitant.
"Where?" Quinn raised an eyebrow.
"Don’t worry, although I live alone, rest assured, I’ll guarantee your absolute safety, I definitely won’t... won’t..." Mikael worried Quinn might misunderstand, quickly waved his hand to express his thoughts.
Though Mikael usually acted like a master of romance when chatting with Quinn, just the thought of possibly having Quinn at his place made him nervously fluttery.
After all, he was still a pure young man.
"I understand, Mikael, you don’t need... to explain so much." Quinn looked at Mikael’s slightly flushed cheeks and smiled gently.
Though the two were simply intending to go back to the script, to avoid the malicious intent of journalists, they still donned hats and masks.
Mikael’s house was indeed spacious and quiet, a two-story standalone villa with pure European architectural style.
The two rehearsed the script in the rehearsal room at the edge of the second floor for several hours unknowingly.
By the time our Boss Sinclair returned home from work, it was nearly midnight, and yet Quinn hadn’t returned.
The man pushed open the door to Quinn’s room, flicked on the light, and his face suddenly turned icy at the sight of a large bouquet of pink roses quietly resting on the sofa.
Elias Sinclair paced to the sofa, his gaze dark and ominous on the bouquet, almost unable to bear it as he pulled out his phone, dialed Quinn’s number.
However, the call went unanswered.
Because Quinn’s phone had long since run out of battery.
"Savannah Lowell!" Elias almost ground out these three words through gritted teeth.
Taking a glance at the current time, a layer of frost settled between the man’s brows, as he called his assistant.
"Log into the tracking system right now and find out where Savannah is!" Elias’s tone was deep and severe.
"Yes, sir." A courteous and sweet female voice carried through, with a hint of tenderness.
The phone hadn’t been disconnected for more than a few seconds before it rang again.
"Sir, according to the tracking system, Miss Lowell’s current location is... at international superstar Mikael’s... private apartment in the country."
Joyce Kramer looked at the computer screen displaying Quinn’s location, her mouth curling into a smile.
Finding no sound from the other end, Joyce raised her beautifully arched brows, her tone indignant, as if standing up for Elias.
"Sir, Miss Lowell and Mr. Mikael are alone together so late—isn’t she..."
"Cheating..." Joyce bit her lip, seeming hesitant.
Before she could finish her sentence, a voice filled with fury interrupted: "Shut up! When did you become bold enough to gossip?"
"Focus on your duties, and say no more."
The man’s face tense, his thin lips pressed tight with rage.
Elias abruptly hung up the phone, coldly swept his gaze over the pink rose bouquet on the sofa, turning to walk downstairs.
He was going to see just how bold Quinn was getting.
Quinn and Mikael finished rehearsing the script around past midnight.
With her identity already exposed, Quinn didn’t refuse Mikael’s offer to drive her home.
"Miss Angel, make sure to maintain that state during tomorrow’s shooting, your rehearsal earlier was absolutely perfect!" Mikael parked the car at the Sinclair Manor’s entrance, smiling at Quinn.
Quinn flipped through the script marked and outlined in full, gratefully patted Mikael’s shoulder, saying, "Thank you so much, once the shoot wraps, I will absolutely treat you to a big meal. This script has been the most helpful one I’ve ever had!"
"No, barring Dylan, you’re the most helpful partner."
Quinn entered the entertainment industry grateful primarily to Dylan and Mikael.
These two popular actors had unconditionally guided her performance bit by bit, aiding her growth and progress.
Mikael wasn’t too pleased hearing Quinn rank him after Dylan.
"I can’t believe I’m second on the list."
"You know I shared all my lifelong skills with you wholeheartedly, right?" Mikael’s voice was soft, carrying a slight disappointment.
"No, I didn’t mean it that way, you and Dylan are alike," Quinn hastily explained, scratching her head.
However, in that moment, she suddenly shivered, feeling a cold gaze settle on her like a shadow.