Thinking it was Yvaine, Wesley didn't struggle at first.
When he turned his head, he met Ben's complex expression.
Instantly, his face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.
Damn it.
It's this troublemaker!
"Let go!"
Wesley shook off his hand, suppressing his anger, trying to maintain a proud demeanor.
This guy must have come specifically to mock him. He couldn't show any weakness!
Unexpectedly, Ben extended his hand, taking off his own suit jacket.
"Quick, put on my clothes!"
Wesley: ???
His expression froze for a moment, then couldn't hold back, revealing a bewildering look.
"What are you doing?"
"Putting clothes on you. Do you really intend to walk all the way like this?"
Ben was serious: "Hurry up, put on my clothes."
Wesley's expression went through myriad changes, finally unable to hold back a burst of curses.
"Damn it, Ben, do you think it's fun to m
"Then don't try to argue!" James shouted, "It's truly unfortunate for the family. I thought you were just a bit foolish, but I never imagined you'd also like men..." Ben was very anxious, "Dad, it's not what you think. Wait, what do you mean by 'also like men'?" James hesitated, then raised his voice, "Don't change the subject. Last time, you told me you liked girls, and now you hit me with this 'surprise'!" "Dad, let me explain..." Ben hurriedly explained the situation to James, then said, somewhat helplessly, "Dad, why do you always suspect that I like men? If I were really gay, my two teammates would have gotten together with me a long time ago." Leo: "???" Anthony: "???" Ben explained vigorously, and finally, James reluctantly believed him. He muttered, "Fine, I get it. If you're just genuinely foolish, then I can relax." Ben: "..." Doesn't this sound like he's still insulting him? ...
Diana slouched against the door, waiting for over half an hour. Feeling like she was about to fall asleep, she finally heard some movement outside. She jolted awake and quickly got up, glancing outside. Bernard and Kismet stood up, exchanged a few words with John, and prepared to leave. Diana sighed in relief. Finally, they were leaving. John also stood up, personally escorting them out. When they reached the elevator, Kismet linked her arm with Bernard's, smiling dignifiedly at John. "I'm quite curious about your fiancée. I wonder what kind of person she is?" John's expression softened, a rare hint of tenderness in his eyes. "She's peerlessly beautiful, unmatched in the world." Kismet was taken aback. "Hearing Mr. Matthews say that, I'm really looking forward to meeting this Ms. Thompson." "There will be a chance." After seeing them off in the elevator, John turned back and retur
"I trust my grandfather's judgment. If he thinks we're a good match, I thought it wouldn't hurt to get to know you better," Charlotte said, raising her wine glass. "Relationships take time to develop, don't they, Sanders?" Albert raised his glass and clinked it with hers. He couldn't shake the feeling that Charlotte wasn't being entirely truthful. Once the dishes arrived, the two started eating and chatting. Throughout, Albert's attitude remained lukewarm, much to Charlotte's discontent. In the past, if Albert had shown this kind of attitude, she wouldn't have given him a second glance. But the Patel family's situation had changed drastically. She had to consider the bigger picture. "The temperature in the private room is quite high," Charlotte suddenly remarked. She reached out and took off her coat, revealing a form-fitting cashmere sweater that accentuated her figure. Paired with her beautiful face, s
Ben nodded and hurriedly walked towards Liora's office with the thermal lunchbox in hand. Entering Liora's office, Ben placed the lunchbox down and nervously waited. Surprisingly, Wesley turned out to be Liora's younger brother. He had played a prank on her own brother. This was getting messier; he hadn't even caught up to Liora, and he had already offended her brother. How was he going to explain when Liora arrived? Rubbing his hands anxiously, Ben began rehearsing his lines. "Dr. Jephson, I was just joking with Wesley last time, but he took it seriously." No, too fake. He had been cursing Wesley just the other day, calling him all sorts of names. "Although Wesley and I don't get along, if he's your brother, I'll tolerate him." That didn't sound right either. It made it seem like all the faults were on Wesley, and he was being magnanimous. Too hypocritical. "I actually like Wesley; it's just that due to our pos
"Wesley, I didn't say Ben; I clearly said bun..." "You keep talking about 'Ben'! Can't you just shut up!?" Wesley erupted. The assistant, feeling wronged, obediently closed his mouth. It was a music festival, and Wesley was driven mad by Fly(Ben). After returning, he locked himself in his room all night, emerging agitated and hypersensitive, uncertain if today's shoot would proceed smoothly. Wesley sat on the chair, glaring at the makeup artist. "What are you standing there for? Start doing my makeup." "Right away." The makeup artist silently prayed, closed his mouth, and began working on Wesley's look. The entire makeup room fell into an eerie silence again. Just then, the door swung open, and Leah entered. This was the lead actors' shared dressing room. Upon entering and seeing Wesley on the chair, Leah hesitated for a moment, then sat down beside him. Leah's stylist immediately approached, sta
"Yes, director!" Amelia was in a great mood. She couldn't help but turn around, running towards Wesley who was standing on the side, asking, "Wesley, how's my look?" Wesley lifted his gaze, glanced over her, then nodded, "Hmm, not bad." "Really?" Amelia's face lit up in surprise. After all, Wesley had always been critical; she had never heard him praise anyone before! Him saying "not bad" was already a high compliment! Amelia felt a bit smug. With her current appearance, she was sure to outshine Leah! She couldn't wait to see Leah's defeated expression~ She asked, "Where's Leah Phillips? Why hasn't she come out yet? Isn't her makeup simpler than mine?" Someone replied, "She's still in the dressing room, but she should be coming out soon." Just as they finished speaking, they heard a call. "She's here, Leah's here!" The sound was heard, and the people on set instinc
Wesley threw out these words, then turned around and left in a huff. Watching his departing figure, Leah turned her head in speechless exasperation. Definitely a menopause. ... After being lectured by Director Brand, Amelia returned to the set with a serious face and resumed filming with Leah. This time, Leah gave her some space, slowly guiding her into the scene and helping her get into character. After several NGs, they finally got it right. It was also time to wrap up. Leah hadn't even had time to eat; she got into her car and headed straight for the address Colin had given her. It was a themed hotel right next to the film set. A hotel... Such a ambiguous place? Leah propped up her cheek, unable to resist starting to fantasize. Could it be that Colin was already waiting for her all cleaned up? If that were the case, should she go straight for it or pretend to be reserve
"Leah, didn't you say you were going out to buy fruits? Why haven't you come back yet? Producer Wood is looking for you right now!" "Well, I just took a bite, and you're already calling me..." Leah glanced at Colin beside her, meeting his scrutinizing gaze. She shifted her eyes away, feeling a bit guilty. "Why is Producer Wood looking for me? Is there something wrong?" "Pay attention to the news!" Emily sighed, "You're getting roasted online, and you seem completely oblivious!" "So what?" Leah asked. "There have been negative rumors about you since yesterday, but they didn't make much impact. However, today it suddenly exploded, and your Twitter is in chaos!" Leah got excited, "Really? So my followers must have increased a lot now?" Emily: ... "Your focus is a bit off, isn't it?" Emily's voice sounded disappointed, "Anyway, hurry back. Producer Wood says the negative publicity is getting too big, and we