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?

artist was just as baffled. “Nothing’s

“What? That quick?”

she hardly needs foundation. Just a bit of blush, some lipstick, let her hair down,

assistant director was at a loss

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

tucked into a pleated skirt flattering her slender waist, and her

was

had a striking presence, and acting opposite him put pressure on any actress. The director had

Cordelia, the assistant director understood she was

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

TOW

leave, but Hayley grabbed her. “Don’t go.

approached, adding, “Stay here, and you can lend a hand if she cries from the piano teacher’s scolding.”

her fists, wanting to protest, but the crew had her

was busy scribbling in a notebook. The assistant director was pleased. Such a diligent girl!

understandable, but when he approached to offer reassurance, he was shocked to find Cordelia working through the Classic

was shocked. He

still mentally calculating, chose an answer,

“Are

Cordella glanced at the set, and the assistant director read in her expression. Your slowness is wasting

What the hell?

first scene. “We’ll

for her friend. She’d never seen Lia

shoot,

Cordelia had been drinking. He raised an eyebrow, his face all tease and flirtation.

shot was

expect much from Cordelia. A blank expression would suffice since the script never clarified whether her character liked Bland.

he drank from your milkshake, from the very spot your lips touched. That’s something like an indirect

Midnight Scent when Everard ate her sandwich and drank her latte. Was that an indirect kiss?