ВойтиJim and Brewster joined the crew that evening. As the only newcomer in the crew, Brewster felt intimidated when he saw the row of popular artists sitting in the hotel's private bar. "Hello, I'm Brewster." He had seen them during the script reading, and they should have known his name, but seeing them, Brewster felt like he had to say something again. So, he said with a smile. The artists all looked at him. The male lead, a young and handsome man in his early twenties, waved at Brewster with a small smile on his face. "Hello, I'm Alex. Nice to meet you, Brewster." He greeted. Brewster smiled back. He felt like the male lead wasn't arrogant, but remembering what Jim had told him earlier in the car about Artists knowing how to keep their real thoughts under a nice facade, he shook his head and sighed. The circle was truly messy. He couldn't even trust a smile...The other male lead also introduced himself a
The man sighed deeply. "You should know how horrible it is to annoy him. Even my father wouldn't want to help me then." He explained with distress. Jim's lips tightened. He clenched his fingers around his phone and angrily threw the man's hand away. "Then you are useless." He said and stood up from the bed. What was the essence of staying around when the man couldn't do anything to help?He would take the few times they did it as his loss and forget about the man. He picked up his shirt, ready to put it on. The man's eyes dimmed significantly. His jaw clenched, and his fingers flickered. If Jim had seen him, maybe he would have understood that the man was angry. However, the man soon hid his anger and stood up. He approached Jim and hugged him from behind. "I'm sorry." He whispered into Jim's ear. Jim tensed up. His eyes widened subtly as the man's breath hit his ear. 'He's sorry?' Jim felt like he heard wrong. Wasn't this the widely known Lucian, a playboy, who treated othe
The meeting went on for an hour, but to Brewster's dismay, he wasn't permitted to say a single word.The doctors all looked at him like he was a pitiful child and directed all the questions to his family doctor, who answered coherently.Brewster felt awkward. He stared silently as the old and middle-aged men discussed fervently, checking the reports and operating the screen.It was like his existence didn't matter to them, but every now and then, they would look at him with kind eyes.Maybe he looked too innocent to them?Brewster didn't know, but at least his heart was at peace.After he entered the room, he was nervous for a moment. He initially thought the doctors would all be the same age as his family's doctor, but who would have thought the youngest among them was already a middle-aged man.He realized how difficult it would be to converse with those men, but on second thought, he remembered A
Brewster sat with his mother and explained everything to her calmly. Even though he got no response and not even a glance from her, he was still optimistic and continued to talk to her. After a while, he checked his time and stood up. "Mum, I will be back. The doctors should be around by now." He said, bowed, and turned to leave. Brewster held the doorknob, about to turn it open, when he suddenly heard a cough from behind and he immediately stopped. "Are you happy?" The word rang in his ears. It was soft and almost like a whisper, but in a room where all he could hear was his heartbeat, the word sounded clearer than ever.Brewster felt his heart skip a beat. He turned around and found his mother staring at him with sadness in her eyes. Their eyes locked, and his mother slowly shook her head. "Son, are you living fine?" She asked softly, tears brewing at the corner of her eyes. Brewster's chest tightened, and his throat suddenly felt blocked. Tears formed in his eyes, but he co
Brewster sat in Ace's car. He felt unusually nervous in the presence of the man beside him. Ace had his sleeves pulled up, showing his forearm as he drove out of the compound with a face filled with indifference. Brewster hugged the seatbelt to his chest and bit his lower lip as he peeked at the man. 'Handsome.' His heart kept echoing, and his cheeks reddened. He wondered why Ace would suddenly decide to take him to the hospital, and for a moment, he thought maybe Ace didn't believe his mother was truly in the hospital. But then again, with Ace's resources, there was no way he wouldn't find out the truth if he wanted. So, that could not be the reason. Then, did Ace think about him and want to help him?Brewster shook his head. It wasn't nice to think too much. However, Ace noticed everything. While his mind was filled with the thought of Ian, and on his phone, waiting for calls about his men's movement, he could still see everything that was going on beside him. He glanced a
Brewster yawned and rolled in bed. He wiped his eyes weakly and yawned again. He didn't want to wake up, but his alarm had been ringing for more than 10 minutes already. He grumbled as he forced his body up from the bed and pursed his lips. He really wished he could sleep for a while longer. Picking up his phone, he checked the time and realized it was already past 10 in the morning. His eyes widened. He had to visit his mother by 11... he only had an hour left. Brewster rushed up from the bed and ran to the bathroom, where he had a quick bath. Returning to the room, he opened the closet, staring at the neatly arranged newly bought clothes, and he sucked in a deep breath. His fingers ran across the shirts. His eyes held a bit of sadness mixed with confusion that he couldn't push off. He missed his old clothes.Brewster sighed and picked up a shirt and a pair of trousers to wear. He knew without doubt that each of the clothes in the closet was expensive. It was a lot more exp







