Revenge Of The Jilted Bride

Jilted Bride 227

Chapter 227

"Seriously, even I don't act this infatuated," Rex said, breaking character in a second as he shot Thomas a sidelong glance and curled his lip.

Suddenly, his gaze caught a striking figure in the distance.

In the crowd, Ophelia stood out like a radiant beacon, effortlessly commanding attention.

"Ophelia! You finally came to see me!" Rex, like an overexcited giant puppy with admiration in his eyes, bolted toward her, practically wagging his invisible tail.

The injured makeup still on Rex's face created a stark contrast to his exuberant demeanor.

James, who had been preparing to shoot another take, suddenly found his camera devoid of a subject.

"Ophelia, you don't even know how amazing I've been lately," Rex said with the tone of someone begging for praise.

Ophelia, used to his antics, humored him with a few compliments, just enough to keep his confidence intact without inflating his ego.

Meanwhile, Sharon, who had been on camera, immediately stepped off the set as soon as she spotted Ophelia.

Her beautiful eyes sparkled as if filled with stardust.

"Hi, Elia..." she said softly.

Thomas took a deep breath, narrowly avoiding being stepped on the foot as Sharon made her way over.

'Is this really my wife? Why doesn't she ever look at me like that?' he thought.

Kevin also noticed Ophelia.

He rose from his seat under the director's canopy and approached her with a beaming smile.

"Elia, what brings you here today?" Kevin's demeanor had improved significantly lately.

He was working on a new script, and his overall health seemed rejuvenated. He looked years younger.

In no time, the key members of the production team had all gathered around Ophelia.

"I just came to see you all and brought some drinks," Ophelia said, handing the items she was carrying to Feona, who was standing behind Sharon. Feona began distributing them among the crew. Sharon clung to Ophelia's arm like a magnet, showing her usual clingy affection.

stuffed in his pockets, watched the scene unfold. 'When

after observing

hearing her question, immediately seized the opportunity to vent his

team was full of characters. With the support of Ophelia, Kevin, the screenwriter, had more say than James, even though James was the director and

be reckoned with, so James couldn't afford to upset him either. All he could do was grumble

We've been shooting this scene since yesterday. These two act like they're using the production team's time to date! They won't follow directions at

still working on adjusting." Thomas

knowingly. She had already guessed the reason. Thomas usually looked at Sharon with so much affection

words, James sighed

here to back them up, isn't

Ophelia's voice had even faded, Feona, standing behind Sharon, let out

you please

truck, revealing a massive bouquet of 999 vibrant red roses. Each flower was lush and flawless, adorned with droplets of water, and wrapped in a sleek black and gray bundle

production team quickly took out their

me?" Sharon asked in surprise, walking closer to

received roses before, but never 999 of them let alone enough to fill the entire bed

asked me to tell you that you are his one true love. Even if you get married... he... he'll

bouquet arrived, every member of the production team turned their attention to

was a blatant

grew

she suddenly seemed unsure whether to accept them or how she should even react.

It's just a fan's kind gesture," Thomas said with a tight-lipped smile,

to work and focus on the scene," Ophelia interjected, taking the

let's get moving. Back to

to his position behind

my moment to show off my acting skills. As long as Thomas doesn't mess up, I guarantee we'll get

0000

Rex wasn't the one

team quickly touched up the three actors before they took their

their expressions and body language shifted seamlessly

clad in a gray suit paired with a turtleneck sweater. With his hands tucked into his trouser

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storm as he saw Aiden with another woman, his face so brooding it was

straightened in his chair when he saw Thomas' performance. He leaned closer to the monitor, his eyes

finally got it,

"That's the Franklin I envisioned, possessive,