A Film Queen

Chapter 381

In the fading twilight, Milly hesitated momentarily, extracting the electric stove from his belongings. “What purpose do you imagine this serves here? There’s no power to fuel it.”

William responded with a knowing grin, extracting a power strip from the recesses of his suitcase as though foreseen. “I anticipated the lack of electricity, hence my foresight in bringing this power strip! Clever, isn’t it?”

Milly and Charlie said nothing.

William, sensing their scrutiny, scratched his head awkwardly. “Why the stares? You’re looking at me as my brother does.”

‘Haha, William, what a delightful character!’

‘William, where do you suppose that strip’s power originates?’

‘This is William’s personal actions. Don’t relate it to his fans. Thank you!’

‘Am I the only one who noticed William mentioning his brother? Does he indeed have one? There’s no mention of him online.’

‘Let’s focus on William; delving into his family is unnecessary. They too deserve privacy.’

‘Speaking of which, if William’s brother regards him similarly, does he acknowledge his goofball nature?’

With William providing ample provisions, Milly forwent the need to forage. She gathered dry twigs and wood nearby, methodically stacking them and igniting a fire. A pot perched atop the blaze fashioned a rudimentary stove.

fire was paramount

the trees. Their sleeping quarters were

meal, the trio congregated around the fire, seeking warmth

supplies-a military shovel, knife, and rope among her essentials. William’s provisions leaned

these resources deftly applied, enduring three weeks

we’ve brought won’t suffice long. Tomorrow, our priority is securing more provisions and scouting for bamboo to fortify

it’s our paramount concern on

aloud, recognising the workload’s gravity. Gratefully, their trio promised efficiency through

words a

William, seldom having glimpsed such an open sky, engaged Milly in a flurry of conversation, his enthusiasm palpable as he queried her on constellations and celestial

interrupting, occasionally recounting tales of the stars that sparked an unmistakable gleam in

shifted to ensure the cosiest spot by the fire awaited the duo

tales, the gentle sea

drooped. Milly, glancing at the still-glowing red surveillance

we retire for

had discovered a capacious space, more than

fronds were plentiful, swiftly fashioned into makeshift beds. With foresight for their trio, she arranged a larger bed for the two young

trio of beds now laid out to her satisfaction, Milly clapped her hands contentedly. “All set, time to

and agreeable, frowned at the crude bedding, despite its natural imperfections. His

symbolic barrier between the untamed spirit and the leader. He then teasingly glanced at Charlie. “You’ll sleep here

a heartbreaker

unaware of the burgeoning tension between the two men, quickly succumbed to

and hesitated to sit, visibly reluctant to recline. His posture suggested he might