Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 81

Bland stood frozen, caught in a dilemma over whether to bolt or first go and make amends.

Yet his deer–in–the–headlights look was misinterpreted by others.

The assistant director was concerned. Bland was known for his dedication to his craft. Despite his blue–blood lineage, he never acted the diva. He had one rule when filming. The acting had to pass muster, and no investor could push in a pet actor. Was he dissatisfied with Cordelia?

The assistant director glanced at the ever–composed Cordelia and coughed softly as a reminder. “Cordelia, honey, why don’t you say hello to Mr. Sullivan?”

The assistant director thought, “Cordelia was such a pretty girl. A little apology would do the trick.” But Cordelia just gave him a slow, silent look.

The assistant director was confused.

Cordelia wasn’t unwilling to speak but pondering how to address Bland. Actorman? Too formal. Landie? That was Little Parrot’s nickname for him, too intimate.

The assistant director was getting anxious. With the girl not speaking up, what to do? Just as he was thinking of what to do, Bland’s eyes narrowed with a sly glint, and he approached Cordelia. “Lia, you are in my scene?”

The assistant director was stunned.

Everyone was puzzled to hear that. Lia? What the heck? Had they misheard?

Cordelia nodded, and the beauty mark under Bland’s eyes made his face even more striking. “I’m off to change. Catch you in a bit!”

After Bland had entered the music room, the bewildered assistant director asked Cordelia. “You two know each other?”

“Yeah,” Cordelia responded before inquiring, “Changing clothes?”

“Yep, head to the makeup room right over there.” The assistant director said as he led Cordelia to the makeup room. Once she entered, it dawned on him that only top–tier stars like Bland warranted his escort. Why had he just guided a minor cameo actress there?

Five minutes later, the door of the makeup room burst open, and the makeup artist emerged.

The assistant director jolted. “What’s wrong?” Was there another hiccup?

makeup artist was just as baffled. “Nothing’s wrong. She’s all

“What? That quick?”

bit of blush, some lipstick, let her hair down, and that’s all! She’s changing now

assistant director was at a

the makeup artist spoke, Cordelia exited the room, and everyone in the

hair, smooth as silk, cascaded down her back. Shedding the bulky school uniform for a delicate costume, a crisp white blouse tucked into a pleated skirt flattering her slender waist, and her long and straight legs extended beneath it, ending in a pair of white sneakers highlighting her lovely ankles.

assistant director was

on any actress. The director had wondered what kind of girl could match Bland’s unforgettable allure.

assistant director understood

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makeup, but the set wasn’t ready yet, so they

TOW

Hayley and Juliana appeared. Juliana turned to leave, but

Hanley also approached, adding, “Stay here, and you can lend a hand if

to protest, but the crew

Bland was immersed in his script, finding his character. Cordelia, meanwhile, was busy scribbling in a notebook. The assistant director was pleased. Such a diligent girl!

offer reassurance, he was shocked to find Cordelia

shocked. He ventured, “You.”

looked up leisurely, still mentally calculating, chose an answer, and then focused on him. “Yes?”

swallowed, “Are

glanced at the set, and the assistant director read in her expression.

What the hell?

tackling several problems, Cordelia put aside her workbook as the scene was finally ready. The assistant director explained the first scene. “We’ll shoot the piano scene later. Let’s do

friend. She’d never seen Lia

announced, “Now, we’ll shoot, and

a milkshake Cordelia had been drinking. He raised an eyebrow, his face all tease and flirtation. The skill of a seasoned actor was undeniable. The scene was perfect in

second shot was Cordella’s close–up.

didn’t expect much from Cordelia. A blank expression would suffice since the script never clarified whether her character liked

explained, “See, he drank from your milkshake, from the very

Scent when Everard ate her sandwich