Chapter 3: Forget

  Today's meeting is just for everyone to get to know each other, so there are only key individuals who play an important role in the film crew such as the director, screenwriter, original author, and investors of the film. “WE”. The main actor has not been finalized yet because it is necessary to have the choice of the original author and the screenwriter to choose the right actor.

   Although Mia doesn't like being in crowded places, she has a rather serious attitude towards work. It's just that in contrast to her, Peter doesn't care about the film adaptation of his work, he stares and cares about Mia.

   While listening to everyone's opinions on the movie, while thinking about her upcoming work schedule, Mia was bothered when the man next to her kept picking up food for her and then asked her a lot of things.

   Mia also doesn't know how to deal with this case, she doesn't understand why she and he first met but he tried to get in close contact with her. The meaningful gazes of everyone looking at her also made Mia feel very uncomfortable.

   But she didn't know that the eager eyes of the investors who had been looking at her since entering were blocked by Peter. Investors know Peter's reputation, they won't compete for women with this artist.

   Putting the steak in her mouth, Mia wanted to wipe her mouth with a tissue, but a hand-held a tissue to wipe her mouth. Mia frowned, she looked Peter straight in the eye: "Sir Wayne, let me do it myself."

   Peter met her blue eyes and froze, he nodded and dropped his hand. This beautiful woman has clear eyes but it has no warmth. It's cold.

   At this moment, Peter's phone screen in front of the dining table lit up again, showing a message from Brian: "Sit down! Don't break anymore."

   Peter pouted, it's okay if he cares about the woman he likes. (Actually, he only met Mia for the second time.)

   …

   At the end of the meal, everyone talked and went out together. Mia was accompanied by director William, who asked her, “Did you have any problems with your work when you were a writer for 'WE'? Will the creation and publication of the book not be delayed?"

  Mia shook her head: "No, these two things won't be affected."

  William suddenly had a flash of thought: “Should we hire you an extra screenwriter? That person will help you somewhat because the script we need in a rather urgent time.” He still talked, regardless of the coldness and quietness of the scriptwriter.

  Mia nodded: "Okay, thank you." She doesn't mind difficulties, but the deputy scriptwriter will help her limit contact with people.

  Dilays Park stood next to him and smiled happily: "On behalf of Mia, I thank you very much, thank you for supporting us. Fortunately, you understand Mia's personality, we are very grateful for that."

  Peter put his hands in the pockets of his pants and followed, looking very rogue. Brian helplessly sighed and nudged Peter: “You should be a little more upright, even the screenwriter of the movie you did not ignore. This suit doesn't cover your rogue figure."

  

  Someone is still smiling. Just thinking that he and Mia have a lot of time to work together makes Peter's mood happier.

  …

  It was already autumn, so the evening was a bit cold, Peter was about to take off his vest to put it on Mia's shoulders, but her manager took a shirt and helped Mia put it on and scolded her like a mother scolding her child...

  Peter: “…” Quietly put on his shirt.

  Take a step forward, and ask Mia: “Shall I take you home?”

  Mia quietly took a step away: “I can go home by myself, thanks.”

  Leaning into the car, Mia's thin arm was held by a strong force, Peter carefully asked her: "Can you give me a way to contact her?"

  Dilays felt that this man was crazy enough to dare to touch Mia like that: “Now it's not appropriate for a method of communication, Mr. Wayne. We ask you to go ahead. Goodbye, see you again." Mia's going to take an hour bath anyway.

  Mia was frightened by this contact of limbs, she did not look back but sat in the car. The black car just disappeared from Peter's sight.

  Brian Keen gloomily looked at the person standing next to him, he dragged Peter back to their car: “Going out, I'm not at peace with you, never being proper. He hastened to scare people. You and Miss Joan will always have contact information to work, why do you want to have it first?"

  When Brian finished, Peter sat in the car and touched his nose: "Yeah, I forgot." Mia Joan has made him lose his ability to think, just always looking to see if there is an opportunity to have closer contact with her.

  …

In the car, Mia continued to open the document to read, Dilays looked at the person next to her, and she couldn't help but ask: "Do you and Peter Wayne know each other?"

   Mia shook her head: "..."

   Dilays was surprised: “Oh, so he cares about you from beginning to end? I thought you two knew each other before."

   Mia: “…” She did not understand why.

   The driver above said briskly, "Maybe he likes you."

   Mia froze because the first time she heard someone like her, she shook her head with a self-deprecating smile: "No way." Just meeting for the first time, how could this happen?

   Delays also consider this an interesting story: “Yes, maybe he liked it at first sight? Mia Joan, you're 24 years old, you should be in love. Even though you can play around with him, it'll make it a little more fun. You shouldn't stay at home much, go out and have fun."

   Mia silently nodded.

  …

   Looking at her thin body wearing a thin nightgown in the mirror, Mia stood there in silence for a long time. She wrapped herself in a thin blanket and sat blankly in front of the window. One of Mia's hobbies is sitting blankly.

  Is her life okay like this?

  She felt very good, boring but just what she liked.

  The ringing of the phone brought Mia out of her wandering thoughts. Mia looked at the name on the screen that made her hesitate, finally accepting the call: "Hello uncle."

  Mark Joan, Mia Joan's biological uncle: “Mia, how are you these days? Is your work good?"

  Mia sighed: "It's fine."

  Mark Joan: "So when you have free time, come to our house for dinner, I haven't seen you in a long time."

  Mia: “Yes.”

  Mark Joan wanted to continue the story but felt that his niece did not want to talk to him, only smiled wryly: “Then come tomorrow. Bye."

  Mia: “Goodbye uncle.”

  It was Mia Joan's only relative who still remembered her. But Mark's wife doesn't seem to like her, seeing her as annoying, annoying. So after her parents died when she was 17, Mia lived alone outside even though Mark wanted her to live with him and his wife.

  Living alone since the age of 17 is also one of the reasons for Mia's personality. Because no one loves and cares about her, Mia has to lock herself in her shell.

  With a small finger reaching out to gently touch the picture placed at the head of the bed, Mia said softly to the two of them: "Dad, good night." Then she got up and went to her office, the bedroom door closed, leaving a picture frame of three of a happy smiling family.

  She doesn't like to sleep at night because it's too quiet, she's afraid of meeting her parents in a dream that she can't reach.

  …

  When Peter got home, he took off his shirt and shoes and left them in the mansion, and went straight to his office despite the grumbling auntie. In it, there is only paint and paper and a computer with a large screen. But on the wall of the room recently there were two or three drawings of a beautiful woman drawn in pencil.

  Fingers typed on the keyboard, the search box showed the words "Writer Mia Joan" and then a bunch of information about her. Those are very famous films written by her, novels that are praised by the literary world. Mia's talent makes Peter love her even more.

  Peter spent two hours reading through the news about her and then started downloading all the rare pictures of Mia that were secretly taken. There are very few photos taken from the front but it all shows the main character's resistance. The sneaky photos are a bit blurry, but it shows Mia's cold and beautiful beauty.

   Raising her hand to hug his heart, the woman named Mia had mesmerized him. No shame is the person he likes, both beautiful and good, each sin is too cold. Hahaha, it's okay, he came to warm her heart.

   (The road is long and arduous. Peter doesn't know yet.)

   …

   At eight o'clock in the morning, Mia Joan adjusted her blue dress while listening in silence to Dilays on the phone: "Your book "Alive" is going to be reprinted, so this afternoon you should go-to publishing house A for a meeting. and edit it before republishing.

Mia: “Um.”

   Dilays Park: “I'm working on 'Retient', but there's also a publishing company that wants to buy the rights and want it to be released on a website with them. I'll send you the document later, I'll check it out, I've checked it out, and it's pretty good. But I won't be able to make random songs anymore, I have to follow the company's release schedule."

  Novels written by Mia make many people love. Perhaps because of her personality, she often builds characters with psychological depth as well as thinking. She focuses on many aspects, hidden corners of the character's thoughts, and first love stories that are sad and tormented. A quiet writing style that penetrates deeply into the reader's heart. This is what attracts readers, and impresses them. Because of the composing, Mia is willing to spend a long time doing actual research.

   Mia: “I have to go to work later.”

   Dilays Park paused for a moment: “Huh, you'll be out later? Who are you going with, is it dating that painter?"

   Mia frowned: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm going to my uncle's house."

   Dilays whined: “So, you drive yourself, right? Remember to drive carefully, you know?"

   Mia: "Yeah, I'll hang up."

   …

   The white Porsche stopped in front of a spacious house, Mia looked at the gift bag beside her and pondered, thinking if she should go to her uncle's house. Half an hour later, the car door was opened.

   Mark Joan smiled at the person standing at the door: “Mia Joan, come in quickly. Oh my god, it's fine to visit me, you don't need to bring gifts, it's too polite."

   Mark Joan's wife also continued, smiling, but it didn't come from the heart: "Mia, you're here. Today, I cook your favorite dishes.”

  Mia gently entered the house, and handed the gift bag to her aunt: "Hello."

  She followed her uncle to the living room, and as soon as she reached the door of the living room, someone hugged her tightly: "Mia, I'm here. Why don't you come here more? I miss you so much.” That person was Mary Joan, the only daughter of Mark Joan.

  Knowing that his granddaughter doesn't like being hugged, Mark Joan scolded him: "Mary, leave me quickly! I want to go to the kitchen to help my mother cook."

  Mary pouted and let go of Mia. Mia's lips are slightly curved, her cousin who hasn't seen her in a year is almost as tall as her, and has become a young woman.

  The two cousins ​​sat and talked back and forth a few boring sentences for a few minutes and then went into the dining room together to eat. Mia's plate of food is constantly put food in it by Mark, he is very attentive and takes good care of her. The meal was inherently boring, but fortunately, Mary talked a lot, so it helped a bit.

  Mary seems very interested in Mia's work: “Mia Sister, you are a good screenwriter. Any of your movies have been watched by my dad, and everyone loves them.”

  Mia nodded slightly: "Oh, is that so?" Luckily her uncle still remembers her.

  Mark coughs to cover his embarrassment: “Mary, you talk nonsense!”

  Mary: “Admit it, the novels she wrote you even bought and kept on the bookshelf. Mia, did you see in the news that I would be collaborating with artist Wayne? Oh my god, do you know him?"

  Mia's hand holding the fork stopped: "...I know." Her recent life has always appeared with the name Peter Wayne.

  Hearing that, the little girl immediately ran into the bedroom to take out some comic books: "These are all comic books by Peter. If you know him, can you ask him to sign here? I'm a big fan of him."

  Mia wanted to say no, but Mary kept begging: “Mia, Mia, please, go. Help me get his autograph, just one will do."

  Mia: “…Okay.”

  Suddenly, Mark's wife spoke up: "This profession makes you a lot of money, right? There's a lot of money that you keep for yourself."

  Mia: “It's also normal.”

  Mark nudged his wife: “What did you say?”

  The cheerful atmosphere dissipated, leaving only embarrassment.

  

  …

  When Mia and Mark went out together, she said to him, “Uncle Mark, is your life okay? I make money from this job, so please take this money.”

  Mark took the card and stuffed it straight into her bag: “No, I still have money. I was supposed to take care of you, but I couldn't take care of you. Let me suffer alone."

  Mia looked down at her sneakers: "I'm fine."

  Mark sighed: "He's a weak uncle who can't do anything. I'm sorry for you."

  Mia: “No. You're not at fault at all."

  Mark gently held his niece in his arms: “Mia, you should live for yourself happily and happily. Don't focus too much on revenge. Your parents will expect the same. Do you hate your father?"

  Mia: “… No, I forgot a long time ago.” She thinks that if she does not complete that, she will never be able to live happily in her whole life.

  …