"Rascal!" Rosalie scolded snappishly "Jemima, your presentation of acting is a little wrong. Here you neet to stress your inner entanglement and suffering. Although you have now been hogged by the tyrant, your are still missing your lover. You should show your emotions in your eyes, instead of screaming without passion..." Before this scene was finished shooting, the director could not help but shout “cut”, and rectified her. "How can my acting be wrong?" Jemima's face showed anger, she pushed the man on her unhappily, sat up from the bed, pointed at the director's nose, and then swore: "You're not capable of filming it yourself. What are you blaming me for?" She could not make it, but now she blamed the director. What the hell was the so-called movie queen? She had no acting skills. "You!" The director's face was blue with anger. But after glancing at Victor, he was too embarrassed to scold her. At last, he could only say to everyone: "Shoot the next scene first!" In the c
"Get out!" Victor let out a low growl and slammed his fist on the car window glass. His eyes were full of rage. "Okay." Rosalie dare not say more,. She turned around, and was ready to get out of the car. But as she attempted to open the car door, she heard Victor's gloomy voice again: "Do you dare to go? Crazy! What did he really want her to do? To go or not?! She maintained the posture of pushing the door and did not go, afraid to provoke Victor. She took one look at Victor's angular side face and said nothing for a long time. Victor also had no intention to speak. The air in the car was so dull that she even dare not breathe. Rosalie frowned anxiously. Hey, she was also wondering. What exactly was this man angry for?! Clearly she was kind to help his company's female artists to find a good state into the play. Let alone he did not thank her for saving the day at the shoot. Instead, he threatened her! She was really a fool! The more she thought about it, the more annoyed
"Tell me how much your aunt's magazine pays you a month, and I'll double it!" Victor said in a cold voice, showing his abundance in money. Rosalie listened speechlessly. She glared at him, but coquettishly she turned her head away. "Not response? I'll take that as a yes." Victor came over, with his fingers playing with her long hair, curling it in a circle. Rosalie finally gave in, pouting in a stubborn gesture but looking pitiful, and Victor was loving it. There was no reason to be reasonable with a man who was extremely incurable. She was angry and speechless. "Go! Drive to the mall!" Victor was satisfied and in a happy mood, smiling and instructing the driver. Rosalie huffed and puffed and didn't pay any attention to him all the way. He's taking her shopping for groceries. They came to a newly opened shopping mall. Victor went in with his upright body, and his handsome face had won the attention of many people. "What a handsome man!" "Is he a big star in the entertainme
"Could it be Carter's first girlfriend?" One of them snickered. "Don't talk nonsense. Carter is getting engaged." "So jealous, the engagement will take place in Paris, the capital of romance." "Carter and the mayor's daughter are a perfect match. At that day the pictures they take in Paris will undoubtedly astound the city." Carter did not say anything more, just smiled gently, and put the picked-up book back on the shelf, but his mood was long unsettled. "Come on, Carter. Let's go upstairs?" "OK." Not long after, the sounds of footsteps were getting farther and farther away from her. He's getting engaged? Going to take his fiancée to France to take wedding photos? When Rosalie heard this, her heart ached as if it was cut by a knife. She was in so much pain. The tears flowed down indefensibly. She was sobbing with her back to the bookshelf, and the pain spread from her heart to her whole body, as if to swallow her up. The phone rang, "Victor." Rosalie wiped away her tears
That coat was too short as long as her corset, barely covering her soft tits. Victor had a flash of lust in his eyes. It was really temptation. "You are a pervert!" Rosalie hurriedly went to the corner of the sofa and sat down, sitting far away from Victor. Both of them were adults. Why would she wear such short clothes? It's just a crazy dream. Victor was also in his late 20s, but why he just came back from the adult store with a bunch of these? "I bought so you must wear." His tone was always so domineering, and he threw out a few more beautiful boxes from the shopping bag. Rosalie opened but closed her eyes immediately. There were female police costumes, sailors' uniforms, school-style clothing—he got all he needed. "Forget it! I won't wear them." Rosalie threw them away with a disgusted face: "If you want to play like this, you'd better go to Jemima, Vanessa or others. I will not wear these even if I die." She was righteous and looked very determined. "Rosalie!" Victor'
Rosalie looked at his sombre face. Although hating him to the core, Rosalie silently entered the kitchen. At this time of the day, all the servants in the house had gone to bed. Rosalie was cooking for Victor in his kitchen.She poped in two more eggs, chopped some more parsley and put it in. Victor draped a jacket and leaned against the kitchen door, watching her cook skillfully: "When did you learn to cook?" After all, she was also a rich lady from a privileged life. He couldn't believe that she could cook. The way she buried her head in there and did her job of cooking was somewhat surprising to him. In the past, she was a noble and proud peacock. But now she had turned into a Cinderella. After she became his mistress, she could also be considered as regaining the status of a rich lady. The scandals and hot gossip he gave her gave her enough money to buy a luxury car and branded clothes, but it was surprising to see her dressed plainly. She always wore the same coats, jumpers
Rosalie hailed a cab and rushed there, her heart irritated, and the sound of Jemima's panting voice in her head was making her sick.The cab drove out shortly and ran into a traffic jam."Miss, I see you are in such a hurry, is it something important?" The driver was bored and began talking to Rosalie, "Look at this situation, I don't know how long the traffic jam will last.""It's okay, there's no rush, we'll just drive slowly." Rosalie smiled perfunctorily and pressed the window to look out of the window.What caught her eye was the newly opened mall owned by the Archibald family.In the car, she reclined and silently watch the ad on the display screen in front of the mall.The driver followed her line of sight and began to talk to her again: "I am also often seeing this rich generation kid, acting too smart, but squandering money to shoot ads, having fun and showing off his luxurious lifestyles, what a waste of money.!"No way!She knows Carter, he's not the kind of person who care
"Carter, forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye in the first place."At 1 pm, Rosalie walked out of the airport and raised her eyes to the clouds in the sky.She found the nearest mall and bought a bunch of fairy wands, and took a cab to the kindergarten.Anticipation, apprehension, nervousness... Her heart was full of mixed feelings.Rosalie's heart beat faster, the closer she got to the kindergarten, the clearer she heard her heartbeat, and the scenery along the way changed so much.But at this moment, she could not stay still.It happened to be Saturday, there were no children in the kindergarten.The door was left open, so Rosalie got out of the cab and ran in with her fairy wand and fireworks.The swing set's location remained unchanged and was the same as previously. When Rosalie shook the swing set, she immediately remembered the typical scenes from that year.It is said that the memory of kindergarten is the most blurred in a person’s life history, but she can not forge