Chapter 1
I had just finished discussing divorce proceedings with the lawyer when Ethan walked into the dressing room.
His lips still bore traces of Chloe James’s lipstick.
The moment he saw me, his rising smirk instantly flattened, his eyes turning cold:
“Samantha, can’t you understand your place?
“This is the lead actors‘ private dressing room arranged by the crew. What are you doing here?”
I picked up the thermos from the makeup table and replied flatly. “Getting my things.”
Ethan had left for work at five in the morning. I’d woken up at three to prepare the meal in the thermos.
The weight hadn’t changed; I knew he hadn’t touched it again.
Seeing me turn to leave, he frowned in displeasure:
“Don’t bother making it anymore. It’s inedible.”
This wasn’t the first time Ethan had said my cooking was terrible.
In the past, I would have gone crazy, demanding:
You once said you wanted to eat my cooking for a lifetime, so how has it become inedible now?
But this time, I couldn’t even be bothered to open my mouth.
I simply grunted in acknowledgment and turned to leave.
Ethan called after me: “The crew’s having dinner tonight. The Director wants me to discuss the script with Chloe James.”
Pretending not to hear the guilt in his voice, I coldly replied, “Fine.”
Closing the door, I tossed the thermos into the trash.
The last scene was filmed near our home, so Ethan hadn’t stayed at the hotel.
When he returned home, it was already one in the morning.
Seeing that I wasn’t waiting in the living room as usual, Ethan pushed open the bedroom door and spoke impatiently:
“Samantha, you know I have trouble sleeping. Why didn’t you brew the sleep–aid tea?”
I pulled the covers over my head and replied dismissively:
“We ran out of tea leaves last night. If you want some, order it yourself.”
At that, he slammed the door shut and went into the study.
This was Ethan’s way of showing anger.
It used to be the prelude to me lying awake, humbly apologizing.
But tonight, even as dawn approached, I never knocked on the study door.
The next day, filming moved to a remote mountain outside the city.
Ethan unusually allowed me to ride in the same van with him.
I had just gotten in when Chloe James, wearing a low–cut backless dress, sauntered over:
“Ethan, do you have any mosquito repellent? I’m a mosquito magnet…”
Seeing me, Chloe James changed her tune:
“Oh, Ms. Hayes is here too. I guess I’ll ride in the car behind-”
Before Chloe James could finish, Ethan coldly said to me:
“Samantha, can’t you be more sensible? Stop making a fuss and go ride in the assistants‘ car.”
For the first time ever, I got off the van without a word.
Watching me walk away, Ethan couldn’t help but frown.
Five minutes later, I received a text message from him.
[Chloe has to show her thighs in today’s scene. Don’t misunderstand.]
[Understood.]
The “typing” indicator in the chat box continued for several minutes.
Without a second thought, I exited the messaging app and turned off my phone.
Without Ethan’s constant orders, the scenery along the way suddenly looked more beautiful.
By the time we finished shooting all the scenes, it was already eleven at night.
As we were wrapping up, the wooden scaffolding suddenly collapsed.
Chapter 1
Ethan, sitting in a lounge chair, pushed Chloe James away like an arrow. As they rolled to the ground, their lips
accidentally met in a kiss.
Growing Old Together
Jay_Lay
When they first met, she was a nobel aristocrat, while he was someone’s bastard. When they met for the second time, she was a menial waitress selling wine, while he was a cold king of the commercial world….
