LOGINBrewster twisted the hem of his top tightly. He looked at Ace's frosty expression and slowly nodded his head. He finally realized___ Mr Ace must have perceived the scent of the drunk man on him. "The scent was of a drunk man..."Ace stared at him without saying a word. He really didn't want to listen to the little star's lies. He felt like that would only make him angrier, and he might not be able to control what he might do next. Brewster also seemed to realize that his explanation would not work as he turned his head away and walked into the bathroom with counted steps. His heart grew heavy with each step taken toward the bathroom. He hated the drunk man. He hated the drunk man for ruining his reunion with Ace. If only the man hadn't held him that way and harassed him, his reunion with Ace might have been filled with happiness... right?Brewster's lips curled as a bitter laugh escaped his throat. He wondered why he was so delusional. Ace saw him as nothing more than a play
Brewster struggled against the drunk man only to realize that his strength was weaker against the man. But he wasn't reconciled. He wouldn't let the drunk man harass him. The man laughed when he saw the way Brewster was struggling. He tightened his hold around Brewster's waist and moved his head closer like he wanted to kiss Brewster. Brewster gagged. The man's breath was horrible, and he really couldn't endure it. With a strong burst of power, he pushed against the man, and fortunately, the man finally staggered backward. Brewster held his breath and ran toward the door. He really didn't want to stay a second longer in the bathroom. He slammed the door behind him and made his way toward his room. The smell of alcohol on him was strong, and he didn't want anyone to notice it on him. So, disregarding what others might say, Brewster decided to go back to his room for a change. After that, he would report to Jim about the drunk and find a way to make the man suffer. Brewster
From that day on, Brewster called Ace every morning when he woke up and every night before he went to bed. But there was still no harmony between them. Ace refused to trust him no matter what he did, and there were even times he would ask people to monitor him, which Brewster knew about. He was saddened, and his days on the set were no longer as glamorous as before. Brewster had no choice but to endure this. One night, Brewster, who had just returned to the hotel from the set, had to eat among his colleagues as usual, but he really had no appetite. During the last two months he'd been filming, he had lost a lot of weight because of the stress and the sadness that weighed him down. Tonight, he really didn't want to see anyone. He only wanted to return to his room, make a call to Ace as usual, and go to bed. Somehow, one of the things that made his day brighter was talking to Ace at night. This was strange to Brewster. Ace was the reason he felt so burdened, and the same man w
Though Brewster was confused and felt like director William's expression wasn't right, he still couldn't overcome the fatigue in his mind, and he had no choice but to enter his room for the night. It was his first time acting, facing the scrutinizing stares of others as he tried his best to work hard and make himself proud. He wasn't only exhausted physically but also mentally. He couldn't even keep his eyes open by the time he was done taking his bath. His mind was no longer able to hold long thoughts at this moment, and the only word replaying in his mind was "sleep." He really wanted to sleep. Brewster walked to his bed and was about to lie on it when he heard a knock on the door. His brows knitted, and he felt displeased. Who could it be again?However, he knew better than to ignore the knock, so he went to the door and opened it. His eyes widened when he saw Jim standing with a grave look on his face. "Brother Jimmy?" He called in a weak voice. He really found it hard to
The day finally ended, and Brewster returned to the hotel fully exhausted. He only ate a few spoonfuls before he lost his appetite and couldn't suppress the urge to return to his room. Jim noticed his exhaustion, which made him distressed, and he thought of how to help him out. He looked around, trying to think of what excuse to give so that Brewster could live without making others think that he was rude or arrogant. But he wasn't the only one who noticed Brewster's state... Director William and Shawn also did. Shawn pretended to eat his meal, but he'd been paying attention to Brewster ever since they acted out their first scene. When he held Brewster back then, he felt strange in his heart. Though he wouldn't call it attraction or love as he was certain he liked girls. But the earlier displeasure in his heart toward Brewster had greatly reduced. At the moment, he really wanted to know the young star more. Though Brewster was tall, about as tall as him, who was in his early t
The second scene started about an hour later. This time, they had gotten to Nile's house. The scene was of a doctor, Nile, Jone, and some maids. The doctor would check on Jone, who had fainted in the forest, and after prescribing the necessary things, Nile, who felt like he was responsible for Jone, spent the whole night taking care of Jone. The next morning, Jone would open his eyes to see Nile, who had mistakenly fallen asleep with their fingers hooked. The naive Jone would feel his cheeks burning up, and his heart would race uncontrollably. That was how he fell into the tumultuous trap. Falling for a Playboy young master. The blushing scene was a bit harder for Brewster to handle, but after one mistake, he was able to act it well, and the director gave him a pass, praising and handing him a bottle of water again. Jim felt like someone was about to snatch his cabbage from him... but he had no idea why he felt that way. They had only been acting for a few hours, and the dir







