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.

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

waterproof fabric Milly had brought over the trees. Their sleeping quarters were thus shielded from rain, and coconut palms overhead provided further protection-a dual-layered haven sturdy against

a hearty meal, the trio congregated around the fire,

William’s provisions leaned heavily towards sustenance, while Charlie exhibited

three weeks in the wild

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

critical; it’s our paramount concern on

tasks aloud, recognising the workload’s

his response to her words a simple “Hmm,”

sky, engaged Milly in a flurry of conversation,

from interrupting, occasionally recounting tales of the stars that

he subtly shifted to ensure the cosiest spot by the fire awaited the duo nearby, his gaze lingering on the storyteller in

glow of the fire, the enigmatic tales, the gentle sea breeze, and the twinkling stars rendered that evening exceptionally

by the excitement, William’s shoulders drooped. Milly, glancing at the still-glowing red surveillance

we retire for

had discovered a capacious space, more than adequate for

them, broad banana leaves and coconut fronds were plentiful, swiftly fashioned into makeshift beds. With foresight for their trio, she arranged a

the trio of beds now laid out to her satisfaction, Milly clapped her hands

at the crude bedding, despite its natural

darted forward, staking out the spot beside Milly, a symbolic barrier between the untamed spirit and the leader. He then teasingly glanced at Charlie. “You’ll sleep here by

a heartbreaker

the two men, quickly succumbed to sleep upon lying

frowned and hesitated to sit, visibly reluctant to