"No, I'm gonna find her right now!" He started to walk out, but Oliver blocked him at the door."Boss, if you want to find her, you need to know where she is first. Otherwise, how long are you gonna search?" Oliver grabbed his arm and tried to reason with him. "Listen to me, eat something first. I'll go figure out her schedule. You don't want to run out of energy when you finally see her.""Boss, you've waited over three years. What's a few more hours?"It wasn't the same. Those three long years he was waiting to die. Now he was fighting to live.But Oliver had a point. He went back to the couch and kept staring at the livestream.There was no fresh food in the fridge, and cooking would take too long. Oliver ordered takeout on his phone, getting some for himself too. So much for his vacation plans.Oliver stood by the study door, glancing inside now and then to check on Percival. That ugly cat was perched on the back of the couch, craning its neck to watch the phone with Percival.The
Blunt held the script, looking arrogantly at Eulalia on stage."Who knows if young artists these days think the bar for being an actor is so low? Seems like anyone can give it a shot. I thought this show was meant to inspire and validate real actors, but instead we get this kind of trash. I think people are too open-minded these days. We should boycott and cancel these low-quality celebrities. How dare she come up here and mess with the script without any respect..."Blunt suddenly stopped mid-sentence. The reason? She felt an overwhelming presence beside her.It was coming from Victor Truex. When he heard Blunt use the word "trash" to describe Eulalia, his face darkened. The murderous aura around him was like the calm before a storm.Victor glanced at her, his eyes narrowing slightly, filled with killing intent. Blunt's breath caught, and she almost lost her balance.Eulalia's voice broke the dead silence from the stage: "Ms. Blunt, may I ask how exactly I changed the script?"Blunt
Barry chimed in from the side: "The movie is nearly two hours long. To shorten the entire plot coherently to half an hour, of course changes need to be made. Eulalia, don't talk nonsense. We gave the script to your agent. You never came to rehearse with us, and now you're trying to argue?""I never came to rehearse with you?" Eulalia smiled playfully.Barry's eyes were clearly evasive, but she was facing away from the camera and wasn't afraid of being caught. She said confidently, "All of us actors participate in this variety show based on our real abilities. Unlike some people who have no acting skills and don't even try, relying on underhanded methods and connections."Eulalia calmly adjusted the wooden hairpin on her head: "A brain is a good thing to have. It's not too late for you to develop one." This sentence was directed at Steele.After Eulalia left the stage, Steele finally spoke up: "Barry, are you sure what we're doing won't cause trouble?""What trouble could it cause? Wha
Victor felt a pang in his chest. He took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. "You've been staring outside for a while. Do you like the rain?"Eulalia kept looking at the rainy scene through the window. "Not really. It feels sticky and uncomfortable when it soaks you, and it's so cold it makes your knees ache just thinking about it."The difference between new wounds and old ones is that new wounds, if not too serious, heal and that's that. But old wounds are the kind that hurt your heart. Even when they've healed, just thinking about them can be gut-wrenching.Victor had been planning to say something cheesy like "If you like the rain, I can keep you company in it," but Eulalia didn't give him the chance."It's blown up outside. I haven't checked online, but I bet it's trending."Victor wasn't wrong - it had indeed gone viral. Once again, Eulalia was dominating the hot topics:#EulaliaActing#BoycottEulalia#Blunt#BarryEulalia"You know what this situation reminds me of?
"You mean she..." Percival's dry lips trembled."What?" Oliver looked at Percival in confusion, trying to read his expression.Percival's face remained as deep and calm as ever, but looking closer, you could see something flickering in his bloodshot eyes. His dark pupils seemed to dance with an unsteady light.Percival lowered his gaze and ultimately said nothing."It's nothing." He was preparing for the worst outcome.If it really was Eulalia, he had to hold onto her tightly, even if it cost him his life.For Percival, Eulalia was a lifeline - a floating plank in choppy seas.He still had selfish thoughts. He could hide and watch Eulalia from afar without disturbing her, but he couldn't bear to see her with another man. That would be worse than death.If he could choose how to die...He hoped Eulalia would be the one to kill him. Otherwise, he'd die with regrets, living a life worse than death.Percival was now certain that the "Eulalia" in the video was really her.Since Eulalia had
Eulalia looked up. Her eyes, clear as if washed by spring water, reflected Victor's tense face."Don't get the wrong idea," he said quickly. "I just noticed your hair's wet. A shower might help you avoid catching a cold, and you'll sleep better tonight."His rushed explanation reminded her of that idiot Vincent. Eulalia stared absently at Victor's fangs as he spoke."I didn't misunderstand anything," Eulalia said with a teasing smile. "But it seems like you've got something on your mind, Mr. Big Shot. You never answered my question from before - why do you blush when you look at me? Have you never been nice to a girl before?"Victor answered honestly, "Nope, just you."He used to scoff at the idea of "love at first sight," thinking it was just lust. But from the moment he saw Eulalia at the plane, he suddenly understood what it meant. Love at first sight, a lifetime in one glance. It was as if he'd known Eulalia for ages.In that moment, he knew he had to have her.Life has a way of t
Percival's gaze moved past Victor, landing on Eulalia as she gracefully walked into view.She was wearing an oversized men's white shirt that hung down to her thighs, making it look like she wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her long, straight legs delicate and smooth.Eulalia had just showered and washed her hair. Her long locks were loosely tied up with a disposable hair tie, still damp at the nape of her neck. A few wet strands fell around her face, adding to her allure.Percival had imagined a dozen ways he might see Eulalia again, but he never expected it to be like this - in the most gut-wrenching way possible.This was their long-awaited reunion: her appearing in another man's room, wearing his clothes, bare-legged, in a way Percival had never seen before.In that moment, it felt like his heart was being stabbed by a thousand tiny pins. The pain was so intense he couldn't even feel his heartbeat. Breathing became difficult, and his eyes reddened as he struggled for air.Perci
The human heart is too small. Back then, Eulalia tried to fit too many things in hers, which is why she ended up so hurt."You can wait longer, but Misty can't. A cat's lifespan is already short, let alone one that lost half its life in that big fire."There's a saying that your enemy knows you best.Percival knew her weakness and knew exactly how to manipulate her.Eulalia's initial plan was to become strong first, strong enough to overcome the threats before her, and then appear before Percival.But she underestimated Percival's sixth sense. She didn't expect that just one glance would be enough for him to recognize her.She could wait a while longer to see the people she wanted to see, but she forgot that some couldn't wait for her, like her Misty.She missed that ragdoll cat so much, the one that tried to save her in the fire.Percival had recognized her. She would eventually face the same situation - his haunting presence that she couldn't escape."You're not trying to threaten m