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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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came through the line. “When I got home this morning, the maid said you had a fever

hadn’t come back last night,

that excuse

that text shattered

every

gone now,” she

call

would call him. Even if his assistant answered instead, at least Charles would respond eventually. The problem was, he always acted concerned only after she was almost

concern countless times, but now she saw it clearly. His care was just lip service, all part of

her head still aching, she lost her

she had almost

sound of a car door opening on the other end and sensed that someone was

a housewife for two years now, almost

circle.

someone with you?”

studio talent,”

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

that she hadn’t

couldn’t be bothered to play along and

at the disconnected call, Yolanda gave a

had once thought Charles was a kind man, but now she realized it was just an image he carefully packaged. After all, a stable marriage was good

closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. Beside her, lan took off his

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medicine he had just

smell drifted up, and she slowly opened her

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few seconds before turning his head away, his handsome face

didn’t refuse. Just as she finished the medicine, he handed her a cup of

a small smile, her voice slightly hoarse.

say anything, just quietly tossed the empty cup into a trash

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

“No,” Ian said.

said. “You’ve got the look, and your acting isn’t bad. I watched the shows you were in last night–you’ve got real

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