A Film Queen

A Film Queen of Two Worlds

Chapter 98 The Wound on Her Lips

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Hearing Milly’s cry of pain, Joy jumped in surprise. She quickly asked, “What’s wrong. Boss? Is the water. too warm? But you’ve just been rescued; drinking some warm water will help. When you sweat, it’ll drive away the cold.”

Milly licked the stinging corner of her lips. She was contemplating the cause of her pain.

The memory of when she almost drowned suddenly flooded back.

A man in white attire had jumped into the water and rescued her like a deity. He held her tightly in a possessive grip. His large hands encircled her waist, making it impossible for her to move. His desire was evident, and his strength was so overpowering that it seemed he wanted to merge her into his body.

As for the wound on her lips.

It seemed she had clung to his neck to get oxygen and forcibly took it away from his mouth.

Who was the man who saved her? Her whole body shivered as she thought back.

Relying on her memory. Milly quickly looked around.

Out of all the individuals dressed in white on the set, only one had wet clothes, suggesting that he had jumped into the water to rescue someone. Neal was the person sitting next to Stephanie!

Milly’s expression froze, disbelief filling her eyes. Her facial muscles were twitching, and her stomach churned with nausea.

Was Neal the one who saved her?

And the one who kissed her to give her air was also Neal?

With Milly’s face growing paler, Joy worriedly asked, “Are you alright? Are you feeling unwell? Should I call the doctor to check on you again?”

got up and was ready to get

still pallid. She said, “Don’t bother! I’m fine. I

at all. In fact,

her saviour, she felt an overwhelming urge

the filming had to stop. Alan waved them off before changing back at the hotel. They cancelled the night scene and decided

the luxurious private room of the hotel, where the crews

dinner.

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enough for him to decipher the thoughts of the imposing figure

in dry clothes, sat on George’s left. It was a seat specially

wasn’t the lead actor, George had come to visit him,

was empty, as Milly

seat. He lounged with his legs crossed, his fingers gliding over his phone screen, rapidly sending messages

the dishes were served, but George still hadn’t touched his food. No one dared to make a move either. The atmosphere turned even more oppressive, and everyone was afraid to

urged him to speak to George.

Alan was about to take matters into his own hands, a graceful figure stood up, holding a glass of wine, and approached George with a shy

long time no see. The other day, Grandpa was talking about you. He said he

tone drew everyone’s attention

he asked, “Stephanie, do you

eyes and said with a shy smile, “Yes, our grandfathers were comrades in arms and very close. Our families go way

her

it outright that she had a

to flatter her, saying, “Hahaha, turns out

in, “Yes, yes, Stephanie and Mr. Tate seem

Mr. Tate has probably travelled all the way here to

a perfect

“Exactly! You’re right!”

flattery grew