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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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through the line. “When I got home this morning, the maid said

hadn’t come back last night, saying he was working

the past two years, he’d used that excuse plenty of times. Yolanda

text

every

fever’s gone

didn’t you call

Even if his assistant answered instead, at least Charles would respond eventually.

moved by his concern countless times, but now she saw it

aching, she lost her patience. “Charles,

two years, she had almost never spoken to him in

lightly on the heavy desk. He heard the sound of a car door opening on the other end and sensed that someone

a housewife for two years now, almost completely cut off from

circle.

with you?”

studio

when she called to act sweet. But in the past two days,

What surprised him was that she hadn’t called once. He figured she was

bothered to play along and simply

the disconnected call, Yolanda gave a faint,

was just an image he carefully packaged. After all, a stable marriage was good

temples. Beside her, lan took off his cap and handed her

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cold medicine

and she

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at her for a few seconds before turning his

medicine, he handed her a

gave a small smile, her voice slightly

tossed the empty cup into

hot chocolate made

“No,” Ian said.

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

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