LOGIN"Seriously? She knows nothing about acting, and you're choosing her over me? You're wasting my time! Don't ever call me again!"
The director's words shocked everyone. The actress was the first to come back to her senses. She said angrily and left with her assistant.
"Are you serious about it?" Chelsea watched the actress leave and found it hard to believe.
"I'm Bryce," the director smiled and said. "Of course, I'm serious."
"Maybe you should give it a second thought. I don't really want to be an actress..." Chelsea wanted to turn Bryce down.
"An actress makes a lot more money than a scriptwriter," Bryce grinned and interrupted Chelsea.
"Well, I'll think about it then," Chelsea immediately said.
Chelsea was tempted because she needed the money now.
Bryce immediately called Ruth, an intern, and asked her to prepare the contract. Then he said to Chelsea, "Let's talk in my office."
Ruth ran to the front desk as soon as she left Bryce's office.
"You know what? The new actress is the movie's scriptwriter!" Ruth said mysteriously to the receptionist.
"What?" The receptionist looked at Ruth in shock. Then she asked, "Are you saying T.H.?"
"Yes! Bryce made an offer right away," Ruth whispered.
"Oh my God! What does she look like?" the receptionist covered her mouth and asked.
"Didn't you see her when she came here?" Ruth asked doubtfully. "It's hard to miss a beauty like her."
The receptionist remembered Chelsea, who had just asked her about the direction of the audition site. She thought that Chelsea was here for the audition.
"I thought she was an actress. Who knows? T.H. is so pretty. I thought the woman who wrote such a desperate love story was probably very ugly," the receptionist said to herself.
"What are you talking about?" a man behind Ruth said.
Ruth was startled. She turned around and saw a handsome man looking at her. The man smiled and said, "I'm not paying you to gossip here."
It was Broderick, boss of Zephyr Media.
Ruth knew Broderick well, and she was not afraid of him. She ruffled her hair and said, "We're talking about a beautiful woman."
"And who was that?" Broderick was interested. He quickly asked, "Where is she?"
"We are talking about T.H., the writer, who turns out to be a beautiful woman. Bryce has already signed her up for the female supporting role. But they've already signed the contract, so I think she's gone," answered Ruth.
Russell was standing behind Broderick. He wanted to warn Broderick, but Russell's phone rang.
Russell picked up the phone.
"Russell, I just got word that an actress was kicked out of 'Legend'. I want the female supporting role. Can you help?" Yamilet's soft voice came through the phone.
Standing next to Russell, Broderick pretended to look around while he was listening to Russell's conversation with Yamilet.
Russell pondered for a moment and said, "I can ask around."
"Russell, I really want the part," Yamilet pleaded.
"I see," Russell said and hung up the phone.
Russell looked at Broderick and said calmly, "Yamilet can have the role, right?"
Broderick spread out his hands and said, "Bryce is acting on his own again. He has already signed an actress. Next time, maybe. If a suitable role comes up, we can arrange it for her."
Broderick was well aware of Yamilet's acting skills, and he had no intention of having Yamilet ruin "Legend" at all.
Russell glanced at Broderick indifferently and said, "I'll cover the liquidated damages for you."
"You know how good Bryce is," Broderick said, perplexed. "He's a great judge of character. I'm sure the actress he picks is cut out for the role."
Russell said coldly, "If you insist, I will withdraw my investment."
Broderick was stunned. "Are you serious?"
Broderick didn't expect his best friend to threaten him over a woman.
Russell looked determined. He looked at his watch and said, "You have one minute to make a decision."
"Fine." Broderick immediately agreed.
Then Broderick said, "But, Russell, have you thought about Chelsea? How would she feel if she knew you had given so much to Yamilet?"
Russell frowned and fell silent.
As he was thinking, Chelsea walked out. She glanced at the two standing at the front desk, having no intention of greeting them.
She walked past Russell.
Russell grabbed Chelsea's arm and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"That's none of your concern. Is this your company? Am I not allowed to be here?" Chelsea shook Russell's hand impatiently.
"Don't change the subject," Russell said. "What are you doing here?"
Chelsea hated Russell's tone.
She crossed her arms and looked up at Russell. "I'm here to make money, so I can pay for your suit that I've ruined, and then I'll divorce you."
"What? Are you getting a divorce?" Broderick suddenly asked as he was eavesdropping.
Russell's face turned sullen.
Chelsea's words embarrassed him in front of his friend.
He looked at Chelsea and said coldly, "You want to make money? Wouldn't it be easier for you to go back home and serve me? Haven't I given you enough allowance each month?"
Chelsea slapped Russell right away.
Broderick's jaw dropped. It was the first time he saw a woman slap Russell in the face.
Russell was furious. He stared at Chelsea. Her eyes were red, and she looked pissed off.
Russell could not understand why he felt a sudden pang in his heart.
He said sarcastically, "So? Are you pissed? I'm right, aren't I? You've never worked since we got married. You won't survive on your own."
"Shut up! You jerk!" Chelsea gritted her teeth. "Do you think you're the only rich man in this country? Maybe tomorrow I'll find myself a richer husband than you!"
Then, Chelsea left without looking back.
Broderick walked over and whispered to Russell, "Did she hear it when you were getting Yamilet the part?"
Perhaps because yesterday was Valentine’s Day, most people chose to get their certificates then, so there weren’t many people registering today at the County Clerk Office.They didn’t have to wait long before it was their turn.When it came time for the photo, there was an issue. Russell wore a black shirt, and Chelsea wore a white dress. In the photo, they looked like a pair of grim reapers.Chelsea immediately protested, “No, it’s too ugly. I want to go home and change.”Russell’s eyelid twitched, and he quickly coaxed, “By the time you change and come back, they’ll be off work. Let’s take the photo now, and we can change it later.”Chelsea turned to ask the staff, “Can we change the photo on the marriage certificate later?”“Of course not. Once it’s stamped, it’s permanent,” the staff replied, pushing the documents over. “You’
**One Year Later**The morning sun was bright as Chelsea opened her eyes. Her slightest movement woke the person next to her. She looked up, meeting his eyes, and realized she was clinging to him like an octopus.Russell’s eyes went from sleepy to alert. He glanced down at Chelsea’s hand resting on his chest and asked, “Does it feel good?”Chelsea quickly pulled her hand back, frowning, “What are you doing in my bed?”Russell sat up, pausing at her question. “Take a good look at whose blanket this is.”Chelsea checked and fell silent. She quietly slipped out of Russell’s blanket and pulled her own over herself.“I used to sleep very still,” Chelsea tried to explain. “It must be because I’m pregnant. The baby must be affecting me.”Russell got out of bed, took off his pajamas, and started putting on a shirt. While buttoning it up, he said, “It&rsq
Russell's body stiffened, doubting whether he had heard correctly. He held his breath and asked, "What did you just say?"Chelsea wasn't shilly-shally. She couldn't deny her feelings for Russell. She had seen all the efforts he had made to win back their relationship. She couldn't keep him hanging in uncertainty forever—no good relationship could endure that. Since they had come this far, it was time to push forward.She turned her head and said, "Isn't trial marriage popular these days? Let's have a trial relationship. I'll give you a probationary period as a boyfriend. If you do well, I'll make it official. If you don't..."Russell immediately interrupted her, "There’s no such possibility. I’ll definitely get a perfect score."Chelsea suppressed a laugh, "Don't make promises too early. I haven't even told you my requirements yet."Russell held her hand, looking attentive, "Go ahead.""I only have one requirement: during the probation period, you can't tell anyone about our relations
The next morning, Chelsea woke up groggily. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the clock on the opposite wall—8:30 AM.Startled, she tried to sit up quickly, but just as her back lifted less than ten centimeters off the bed, she fell back down.There was an arm draped across her waist. Chelsea paused, then slowly followed the arm up with her gaze.Russell was lying beside her, eyes closed, not wearing a stitch of clothing. Her head was resting on his left arm, and his right arm was draped across her waist.From this angle, Chelsea could see the ambiguous scratch marks and hickeys on his body...Her mind uncontrollably replayed some strange scenes from last night, and her ears turned bright red.She gently moved Russell’s hand off her waist, planning to slip away unnoticed.But as soon as she moved his hand from her waist, the hand on her shoulder pulled her back into his embrace.With a husky morning voice, he asked softly in her ear, "Where are you going?"Her back pressed again
A single sentence made Russell's boiling blood turn cold.He gritted his teeth and said, "Do you know what you're saying?"Chelsea responded with a simple "Mm."Russell angrily bit her lip, "How dare you just say 'Mm'!"Chelsea winced in pain, frowning, "Don't you men like women who don't need you to take responsibility?"Russell paused, "Who told you men like that?"Unable to control herself, Chelsea reached out to touch him, but Russell held her hand down and guided her softly, "Tell me, and I'll let you touch me."Upon hearing this, Chelsea immediately confessed."Online, in the forums.""What did they say?" Russell unbuttoned one button, continuing to "coax," "Be clear, I'll unbutton more if you explain."Chelsea, already lacking strong willpower, was tortured by the drug's effect, and Russell, the walking antidote, was dangling right in front of her, completely destroying her rationality.She stammered out the whole story.She didn't mention the infertility issue, but how could s
Chelsea's eyelashes trembled. She wondered if she was hallucinating due to the drugs. How else could she be hearing Russell's voice?"Chelsy," the voice came closer, “Chelsea, open your eyes and look, it's me, no one else."Chelsea slowly opened her eyes, her vision shifting from blurry to clear. It was really Russell.The tension drained from her body, and she burst into tears. She hugged Russell tightly, then began to hit and kick him while crying and cursing, "You bastard, you scared me to death!"Russell, knowing he was in the wrong, didn't dare to talk back. No matter how much she resisted, he held her tightly, whispering, "I'm sorry, it was just a joke, all fake. Please, stop crying."Chelsea was genuinely terrified. From being drugged and kidnapped in the car to waking up to the realization that she was drugged, the constant fear had torn at her nerves. There was even a moment when she considered perishing together with her assailant.When her sobs finally subsided to faint sni







