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…”

blushed from the teasing and praises of the

from the majority of women who enjoyed

a vase for the flowers, and while she was misting

found that it was vigorously scrawled with the following words: Apologies for being too impulsive

even more certain it was from Evander after reading

seep into

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

came to pick her up. Although the little girl spent a long time scanning

into the car and returned to the Golding

Francesca opened the door to welcome them, Floretta noticed a tiny mound of gifts stacked up in the

discharged from the hospital,

the gifts. She picked up a doll and said with a warm smile, “These are the toys I bought for you, and there are many more. See if

looked at the pile of toys, and instead of showing any interest, she put on a look of disgust

longer a three-year-old child, Ms. Sherrock. I’ve long stopped playing with these

face. Damn it! This brat is

manners, Floretta,” Evander admonished in a low

taught us that children should be honest. If I don’t call her

she heard that

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

sorry, brat, when I marry into

Ding dong!

the doorbell rang. Francesca hurriedly ran over to

me, is this Floretta’s home?”

turned to look at the visitor and broke into a joyful smile as she ran toward the

Nancy? Did Angel tell you

you

behind her. “Your

lit up. She ran to the kitchen with the food jar in her arms after letting out an exclamation of

Her expression gradually became serious as she stared at Evander

been busy with filming recently, so she asked me to deliver

did not stop her. Instead, he approached Nancy, looked down at

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

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