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.

place for dinner tonight. Otherwise, my leading lady

the girl he had his eye on might

flushed a little. “Mr. Wilson, do you have any

“I do,” he replied.

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

She rambled on about her life, and Trevor, careful not to drink too much,

drunk,” Trevor

was where it

draped around her waist. There

thougt, ‘I have finally done it. I have taken

wait. I’m here to

clutching the blanket to her

softly, pretending

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

nothing compared to someone who was genuinely like that—

and pulled her into

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

I can’t do this short drama anymore. I’ll