Nana walked aimlessly down the street, her steps unusually heavy. She caressed her belly, unsure if leaving this child was the right decision.
If it weren’t for this child, she would have already returned to Paris and continued working at Leo’s studio with Jane. But now she was stuck at the Waters Residence, enduring daily abuse.
Nana couldn’t take another day of this kind of life. But she didn’t know where to go or what to do.
Just as Nana felt overwhelmed by her situation, her phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number.
She hesitated before answering. “Hello?”
Silence on the other end made Nana’s heart skip a beat. A strange emotion stirred within her – it had to be William calling!
“William? Is that you?” Her voice trembled slightly.
Still silence on the other end…
After what seemed like an eternity, Nana’s phone died and she put it away in a daze. She knew that call had been from William – but where was he now? Had his leg fully healed? Was he okay?
…
Today was the last day of filming for Osborn and Maria, and Jane went to check on the set, seeing the completion of the shoot.
Originally, the director wanted to invite her to the wrap party, but Jane declined, considering that there were still some unresolved matters at the company.
Before leaving, Jane also advised Maria’s agent to make sure Maria avoided alcohol, especially considering Maria’s poor tolerance. Moreover, the wrap party would surely attract paparazzi, and any unfavorable news wouldn’t be good.
However, what Jane didn’t expect was that Maria had already planned to escape the wrap party.
Because she had promised Kim to go out with him, as soon as the wrap party started, Maria had already had a few drinks. Seeing this, the agent was about to intervene, but Maria blinked at her, then pretended to be very uncomfortable and sat on the side.
Helping Maria up, the agent apologized to everyone, “Sorry, Maria has a low alcohol tolerance. She might be a bit drunk now. I’ll take her back to rest.”
Fortunately, the director and producers were understanding. Seeing the situation, they quickly asked the agent to take Maria back to rest. The agent supported Maria out of the private room.
However, not long after leaving, Maria suddenly became spirited, lifting her head abruptly.
“You’re quite daring, daring to escape even from the wrap party,” the agent helplessly teased, poking Maria’s forehead.
Maria covered her forehead, laughed, and dodged away. She grinned at the agent and said, “Well… isn’t it a special situation?”
Seeing this, the agent snorted softly, glanced at the time on her wristwatch, and said, “Go on your date. Just remember not to stay out too late. We have a shoot tomorrow.”
“I got it, I got it.” Smiling cheerfully, Maria turned around. The agent, watching her, felt something was off but didn’t think much of it, preparing to return to the hotel for some rest.
On the other side, Maria had already informed Kim about the location of the wrap party, and he was waiting for her in the parking lot. Maria spotted him from afar.
Kim was just about to step forward when Maria saw him and rushed towards him, plunging into his arms. Kim was momentarily stunned, reached out, and patted Maria’s head.
“Where are we going?” Maria looked up at Kim, a blush on her cheeks.
Kim lowered his head, about to say something, but Maria, with her pouted lips, seemed to be expecting a kiss.
Seeing this, Kim reached out and pinched Maria’s cheek. “Have you been drinking?”
Maria opened her eyes, replied in a muffled voice, “Just to come out with you sooner.”
Her voice was soft, seemingly a bit coquettish.
“Just pretend you’re drunk, but you still have to drink for real.”
Kim, seeing this, furrowed his brows slightly. He had heard from Maria’s agent before that Maria had a very poor alcohol tolerance.
Considering she had come out so early, she probably drank on an empty stomach.
Concerned, Kim looked at Maria. Initially, he thought of taking her back to sober up, but Maria shook her head and said to Kim, “I want to go to a street food stall; the food at the wrap party wasn’t good.”
Kim nodded. He had thought of buying some sobering medicine for Maria, but she refused with displeasure.
“I’m not drunk; I’m very clear-headed. Just a few drinks, nothing serious.”
Although Maria said that, Kim didn’t believe her. He drove towards his villa directly.
Sure enough, on the way, Maria’s condition deteriorated. She swayed, leaning against the passenger seat, softly humming something.
She turned to look out the window, puzzled, and asked, “Where are we going for street food?”
Unexpectedly, Maria got so drunk. Kim hurriedly took her to his villa, and Maria had started to act coquettishly, sitting in her seat and reaching out to Kim.
“Hug me,” Maria said.
Kim lifted Maria into his arms, looking at the villa in front of him. Maria tilted her head, “This street food stall is so beautiful. Where did you find it?”
Kim looked at Maria with some helplessness, “This is my home.”
Maria looked at Kim in surprise, “Isn’t your family running a company? When did you start a street food stall?”
Feeling a bit exasperated by Maria’s nagging, Kim could only go along with her words.
After placing Maria on the sofa, while Kim searched for hangover medicine in the house, Maria had already sat upright on the sofa, seriously contemplating what to order at the street food stall.
“Boss, I want grilled fish,” Maria told Kim.
Holding a water glass and hangover medicine, Kim walked up to Maria, nodding, “Okay, take the medicine first. We’ll go for grilled fish later.”
However, Maria pushed Kim’s hand away, shaking her head, “I’m here for grilled fish, not medicine.”
“Darling, you’ve had a bit too much to drink,” Kim said softly, “Be obedient, take the hangover medicine, and rest well.”
“I’m not drunk,” Maria pouted in grievance. Leaning forward, she approached Kim, “Kim.”
“How do you want to prove that you’re not drunk?” Kim asked.
Originally intending to trick Maria into taking the hangover medicine, he didn’t expect her to lean forward and take the initiative to kiss Kim on the lips.