I Want a Divorce by Nadia Gordon

Chapter 164 Eric Is Uneasy

“Cut! Eric! What’s wrong with you today? Are you going to act properly or not? You’re wasting everyone’s time!” Lewis shouted in frustration for the third time, irritated by Eric’s absent- mindedness.

Eric looked around, his face filled with apology. “I’m sorry; can I have ten minutes to rest?”

He couldn’t understand why Abigail had given the gloves he bought for her to Josie.

Seeing Eric leave after speaking. Lewis quickly approached Eric and asked in a low voice, “What’s going on? Are you feeling unwell?”

“No, just give me ten minutes. I promise I’ll adjust,” he said calmly, but his emotions were hard to hide.

Back in the resting trailer, he sat with his eyes closed. Thinking about the gloves on Josie’s hands, his breath becoming uneven.

“Pass me my phone,” he suddenly said, addressing his assistant, who was heating water for him.

He rarely used his phone, especially during filming. The last time he used it was when Laura had angered him.

One by one, everyone returned to their trailers to rest.

Abigail was busy selecting clothes for the other actors. Lewis approached her with a steaming cup of tea. “Thanks to your cousin, we can all have a sip of hot water.”

Through the gap in the clothes acting as a barrier, Eric discreetly glanced at Abigail. Hurt emotions flickered in his eyes, but in the end, he didn’t say anything.

He heard Abigail say, “Director, if I make a mistake again, please go easy on me.”

She said this while stealing a glance at Eric.

Eric seemed different today, but she had no idea why.

her quietly, “Do you

fine

hushed tones until Eric’s

and Lewis quickly fell

for the

female actors.

she came out, she saw Sean walking over with an

and when he saw Abigail, he quickened

to approach. She naturally stepped under his umbrella. “I’m going to help the female actors with their outfits. If you have something

along with a few bags of heating pads and thick socks. Put them on

take a look and

arrive until tomorrow. If the hot water bottles get cold, recharge them. The generators have enough

“Okay.” Abigail nodded.

forcefully handed her the umbrella. “You don’t even know how to

want it?”

indifferent. “The car is right over there. It’s just

speak,

mutter to herself

swept

hurriedly ducked into the

and bustle, once the actors had left. Abigail retreated to her designated

some rest.

the warmth emanating from within. She swapped out her thick socks, applied a

to worry about her shoes getting wet

ventured out, umbrella in hand. However,

umbrella and

temper. He’s