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

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

accurate or false. The person you’re talking to

the person I was before? If I use the abilities I have now

made. Trying to fix things afterwards is like shutting the barn door when the horse is

yet with conviction,

who prided herself on her scholarly intellect, baffled for quite some time. With a heavy sigh, she ultimately had to admit defeat. “I knew it. Such a ridiculous reason would sound like

mumbling, before walking away. “Okay, now we need to address how you’ve

Milly looked puzzled.

settled this issue? Why

sneer, “Settled? When did I ever say it was settled? How many times have you made promises only to forget them later? I

Milly was speechless.

knows how

Half an hour later.

at an A4 sheet in front of her. After spending more than ten minutes writing, all she had managed

thought of having to write a three- thousand-word self-criticism letter as punishment

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

her allowance, being made to skip meals, or even physical discipline – which she believed she could handle. But why

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

facing the challenge, she

right, and