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.

in her foresight, she knew fire was paramount for survival, hence her inclusion of a

brought over the trees. Their sleeping quarters were thus

trio congregated around the fire, seeking

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

enduring three weeks in

Tomorrow, our priority is securing more provisions and scouting for

it’s our paramount concern

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

to her words a simple “Hmm,” before falling into

an open sky, engaged Milly in a flurry of

Milly refrained from interrupting, occasionally recounting tales of the stars that

ensure the cosiest spot by the fire awaited the duo nearby, his gaze lingering

fire, the enigmatic tales, the gentle sea breeze, and the twinkling stars rendered that

Milly, glancing at the still-glowing red surveillance cameras, acknowledged the unyielding reality of the

we retire for the

had discovered a capacious space, more than

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

her satisfaction, Milly clapped her hands contentedly. “All set, time

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

symbolic barrier between the

heartbreaker devoid of

the two men, quickly succumbed to sleep upon lying

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