A Film Queen

Chapter 369

“Ow! That really hurt!”

Milly was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t realise Jordan had stopped walking right before her. Bumping into his back made her nose throb painfully.

Turning around, Jordan saw Milly clutching her nose, her eyes brimming with tears from the pain. A mix of annoyance and sympathy washed over him. “What, you don’t use your eyes when you walk?” he scolded gently.

Milly’s lips turned downwards as she murmured in defence, “I was thinking about something.”

Jordan gently pulled her hand away from her nose to check for swelling. It carefully examined her face to ensure she wasn’t seriously hurt. After confirming she was okay, he let out a relieved sigh.

“What had you so distracted?” he inquired, looking at her with a hint of curiosity. Milly peeked at Jordan, noticing his softened expression. She carefully broached her thought, “Jordan, what if… just as a thought… what if I wasn’t really your sister?

Would you believe that?”

Expecting anger, Milly was met with Jordan’s typical stoic face, though his presence seemed slightly icier. “You know your DNA test is right on my desk. Go have another look if you’re unsure,” he suggested coldly.

Milly frowned slightly. “But this isn’t about DNA. Do you believe in time travel? Or the idea of souls swapping bodies?”

Jordan observed her quietly for a moment, his gaze profound and enigmatic. He momentarily pulled her in before abruptly shutting it down, leaving no evidence of his brief lapse. It was as if she’d imagined the whole thing.

believe in

more confidence, trying to get her point across, “What I’m saying is, could it be possible that I’m not really Milly, you think I am, but

yet held depth, “Milly, in our world, nothing is entirely accurate or false. The person you’re talking to might differ from the one you

person I was before? If I use the abilities

clear in my mind. Once al mistake is made, it’s made. Trying to fix things afterwards is like shutting the barn door when the horse is gone. All I can do now is

softly yet with conviction, almost like

some time. With a heavy sigh, she ultimately had to admit defeat. “I knew it. Such a ridiculous reason would sound

quiet mumbling, before walking away. “Okay, now we need to address how you’ve been treating your life as if it’s

Milly looked puzzled.

we had settled this issue? Why are we

it was settled? How many times have you made promises only to forget them later? I need to keep reminding you, hoping someday you’ll

Milly was speechless.

how to hold onto

Half an hour later.

stool in the corner, staring blankly at an A4 sheet in front of her. After spending more than ten minutes writing, all she had managed to

a three- thousand-word self-criticism letter

most novelists nowadays aim for around two thousand words per chapter, Jordan’s demand for

even physical discipline – which she believed she could handle. But why did he have to resort to

had never faced the task of writing a self-analysis in her two lives – the

challenge, she pondered

Jordan’ didn’t feel right, and