The Queen They Buried

Chapter 482

Trevor had a place near the filming location where he’d been staying these days. He brought Kate back with him.

“You didn’t go to the party because…” Trevor kept up his flawless gentlemanly facade.

He handed her a cup of water. “Of course, if you feel I’m overstepping, you don’t have to answer.”

A faint smile played at the corners of Trevor’s lips, making it hard for anyone not to warm up to him.

Kate lowered her gaze. “My family’s not well–off, and they’re still paying for my education. The main reason I’m acting is for the paycheck. I also have other part–time jobs, like working as a bartender at a bar.

As if remembering something, her tone grew a bit more urgent. “But it’s nothing shady. I’m just working as a bartender and earning commission,

that’s all.”

Trevor reached out and gently patted her head. “I know.”

She looked up at him, her eyes brimming with gratitude.

He could see the admiration in her gaze, something he was all too familiar with. His smile deepened. “There’s nothing shameful about earning money through your own hard work.

I picked that place for dinner

the girl he had his eye on might have ended

flushed a little. “Mr.

“I do,” he replied.

to fall into place, so smoothly that even Trevor was surprised by

about her life, and Trevor, careful not to drink too much, became the

Trevor said

where

opened her eyes, feeling his arm draped around her waist. There was no trace of panic or shyness

taken the first

wait. I’m

the hatred in her eyes. She let out a startled cry, clutching the blanket to her chest as if in panic. “Mr. Wilson, this is all my fault.

softly,

heart melted. He remembered how innocent and sweet she’d looked last night while she

women who tried to act pure and innocent just to please him, but nothing

out and pulled her into his

crying, her voice trembling as she whispered, “What we did was wrong. You’re

Mr. Wilson, I’ll go tell the director I can’t do this short drama anymore. I’ll stay far away from you. I won’t show up and