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The next day, Yolanda got up carly. She had run a fever all night, and it felt like the heat had drained every drop of water from her body. Forcing herself, she went straight to the studio.

But someone was earlier than her.

Ian was facing the wall, practicing the lines for the second male lead in this audition.

His voice was unique–not the common deep male voice, but with a cold undertone, like a cool breeze brushing through the woods.

He had a great build, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Even the casual curve of his arm holding the script revealed neat, defined muscles, but not overly bulky. That bit of freshness was exactly what girls these days liked best.

Yolanda had majored in film in college. When she heard Ian recite another line, she couldn’t help correcting him, “The stress on the last line isn’t quite right.”

Ian froze, his lashes lowering.

She walked closer and glanced at the script in his hand. His fingers were long and well–boned, carrying a faint tension.

“You’ve already started practicing?” Yolanda smiled. “Ian, with how hard you work, you’ll definitely become a big star someday.”

Ian repeated the line. “Like this?”

She nodded, then looked at her phone. “Time to go. Let’s head out.”

Jan pulled his cap on and obediently followed behind her.

Halfway down the road, he turned to look out the window. “Wait for me a few minutes.”

Yolanda thought he was just going to grab a pack of cigarettes or something, so she pulled over. “Make it quick.”

Jan got out of the car. He was tall, and even with a cap on, his back alone looked like it belonged on a runway model.

Yolanda didn’t watch him. Instead, she shut her eyes, trying to ease the pounding in her head and the ache behind her eyes.

Her phone rang just then. The screen lit up with the contact name “Honey.”

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Charles’s casual voice came through the line. “When I got home this morning, the

hadn’t come back last night,

he’d used that excuse plenty of times.

text shattered

every

gone now,” she

you call me?”

him. Even if his assistant answered instead, at least Charles

but now she saw it clearly. His care was just lip service,

her head still aching, she lost her patience.

two years, she had almost never spoken to

heavy desk. He heard the sound of a car door opening on the

been a housewife for two years now, almost completely cut

circle.

with you?” Charles

studio talent,”

to be gentle, even when she called to act sweet. But in the past

was that she hadn’t called once. He figured she

to play along

Yolanda gave a faint, bitter

it was just an image he

Beside her, lan took

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of cold medicine he

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seconds before turning his head away, his handsome face shadowed with something unreadable. “Drink

the medicine, he handed her a cup of hot

smile, her

didn’t say anything, just quietly tossed

the gas. The warm, sweet taste of hot chocolate made her feel a little better. “Ian, aren’t

“No,” Ian said.

now on,” Yolanda said. “You’ve got the look, and your acting isn’t bad. I watched the shows you were

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