On the set of The Journey, Angeline turned all the dissatisfaction she had witnessed in the hospital into her motivation for filming.

She fought with a sharp sword in her hand while suspended in midair by wires under the direction of the stunt coordinator in the blazing sun.

Because of the troublesome multiple-layered traditional clothes she was wearing, she was covered in sweat after a while. The makeup artist had to follow her to constantly touch up her makeup.

However, Angeline never voiced a single complaint, which led Derek to look at her with admiration and approval.

“That’s enough. Let’s take a break.” In the end, the director had to call for them to stop. “We’re about to wrap up filming, so there’s no need to go all out.”

“Thank you, Mr. McKenna.” Angeline panted. It was only until she saw the props being put away at the set that she was willing to take off the heavy armor on her body to get some air.

“Excuse me, is Ms. Angeline Sorelle here?”

Just then, she noticed a courier standing at the entrance of the film set.

“That would be me.” Angeline frowned. “Can I help you?”

The courier took out a bouquet of brightly colored roses from the back seat of his motorcycle and handed it to her.

“Mr. Golding told me to deliver it to you.”

After saying that, the courier rode away on his motorcycle.

Angeline could only swallow the query she was going to utter. Then, as if something had suddenly dawned on her, bewilderment could be seen in her eyes.

Mr. Golding… Evander? Isn’t he being all lovey-dovey with his fiancée? Why would he send me flowers?

She had no choice but to carry the bouquet of roses to the lounge first. As she was heading there, many of the actresses from the film noticed it and exclaimed in awe.

“Wow! Who sent you these flowers, Angie? They’re so pretty!”

“I’m so envious, but it’s perfectly normal for someone like you to receive flowers, Angie.”

“I’ll try my best to be like you…”

the teasing and praises of the young girls, and a smile crept up her

the majority of women who

a vase for the flowers, and while she was misting

opened the card, which still had a pleasant flowery scent to it, she found

even more certain it was from Evander after reading

she felt something warm seep into her heart,

never visited Floretta in the hospital but chatted with

Although the little girl spent a long time scanning the entrance, there was no

the car and returned

Floretta noticed a tiny mound of

discharged from the

gifts. She picked up a doll and said with a

instead of showing any interest, she put on a look of disgust on her

longer a three-year-old child, Ms. Sherrock. I’ve long

Olivine’s face. Damn it! This

in a low voice, his expression somewhat

head and looked at him innocently. “But the kindergarten teacher taught us that children should be honest. If I don’t call

heard that from

forced out a stiff smile and uttered graciously,

brat, when I marry into the

Ding dong!

doorbell rang. Francesca hurriedly ran over

is this Floretta’s home?” A pleasant female voice

into a joyful smile as she ran toward

brings you here, Ms. Nancy? Did Angel

you so smart,

her. “Your Angel got up early this morning

She ran to the kitchen with the food

had left did Nancy rose to her feet. Her expression gradually became

she said to Evander, “Mr. Golding, Angeline has been busy with filming recently, so she asked me to deliver

Floretta’s jubilant figure in the dining room and did not stop her. Instead, he approached Nancy, looked down at her, and asked, “She

hadn’t stopped her, she would’ve come to pick up Floretta,” Nancy said truthfully as she stretched out her hand and fanned the hot air in front of

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