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…”

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

no different from the majority of

she specifically found a vase for the flowers,

opened the card, which still had a pleasant flowery scent to it, she found that it was vigorously scrawled with the following words:

was even more certain it was from Evander after reading

felt something warm seep into

next few days, Angeline never visited Floretta in the hospital but chatted with

the day Floretta was discharged from the hospital, both Evander and Olivine came to pick her up. Although the little

she got into the car and returned to the Golding

the door to welcome them, Floretta noticed a tiny mound of

discharged from the hospital,

a warm smile, “These are the toys

any interest, she put on a

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

all over Olivine’s face. Damn it! This brat is so

your manners, Floretta,” Evander admonished in a low voice, his expression

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

when she heard that from

face turned red in anger. She forced out a stiff smile and uttered graciously, “It’s fine. It’s merely a

I marry into

Ding dong!

hurriedly ran over to open the

Floretta’s home?” A

look at the visitor and broke into a joyful smile as she ran toward the woman with her arms

you here, Ms. Nancy? Did Angel

you so smart,

her. “Your Angel got up

up. She ran to the kitchen with the food jar in her

little girl had left did Nancy rose to her feet. Her expression gradually became serious as she stared at Evander and Olivine

has been

at Floretta’s jubilant figure in the dining room and did not stop her. Instead, he

have time to rest. If I hadn’t stopped her, she would’ve come to pick up Floretta,” Nancy said truthfully

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