Chapter １１

The complacency in her heart almost couldn't be suppressed. She lowered her head and raised her hand to lick her hair. "Eason, I'm not feeling well. Let's go." With an expressionless face, Eason Wills glanced at Emily in the crowd, turned around and left the shooting scene, arm in arm with Yammi.

After the imposing Eason Wills left, Director Ricky found that he came with Ricky. Director Rachel immediately cheered up to entertain Ricky.

Emily saw Eason Wills in the crowd. She had thought that he would come and say something to her, but she didn't expect that he just took a glance at her indifferently and left with Yammi in his arms.

This made Emily's heart ache. But there were so many people around, and the staff who cared about her couldn't show any sign of depression.

"Thank you, everyone. I'm fine, and I didn't choke on water. On the contrary, I'm a little worried..." Emily thanked the staff around her with a smile.

Emily's face was a little pale, and her lips were cyan. She trembled from time to time, and her hands were tightly covering her lower abdomen. Seeing that Emily didn't look well, the staff around her stopped surrounding her and asked Emily to have a rest first.

Emily was a tough woman. Even if she had a dull pain in her belly, she tried not to show it on her face. After taking a few steps, she looked up and saw Ricky standing there with a cup of brown sugar ginger tea in his hand.

"Director Rickey?" Emily was a little surprised. Ricky stepped forward and handed the sugar water to Emily. Emily took it subconsciously. The warmth in her palm made Emily feel a little better.

"Emily, you've been frightened a lot today. Go back and have a rest. Act this play after you adjust. If you want to go to the hospital, the crew will reimburse you."

Director Rachel appreciated dedicated actors very much. Although Yammi was also frightened and fell heavily, Emily, who also encountered her, remained silent. Except this time, Emily had fallen into the pool several times, but she still didn't say anything.

After expressing her thanks to Director Rachel, Emily looked at Ricky, confused about his intention. Ricky turned around and looked around. When he found Emily's lounge, he strode forward and opened the door for Emily.

Seeing Ricky's reaction, Emily thought he was going to tell her something, so she followed him in. Hearing the sound of Emily coming in, Ricky looked back and found that Emily was still holding the cup of brown sugar water.

"What's wrong? The water was prepared by Lesley. It's okay." Hearing what Ricky said, Emily felt a little embarrassed. She raised her hand subconsciously and took a sip. A warm current flowed into her stomach, which made her feel much better.

After taking a sip, Emily sat on the chair and looked at Ricky with a smile. She found that she got along well with Ricky, even if the two had never been in touch with each other before, the atmosphere between the two would not be awkward now.

"Director Ricky, why do you have time to come to our crew? As far as I know, there is only one crew shooting around here. Are you here to visit?" It was not until Emily finished her words that she felt it was so easy to say such intimate words.

However, Ricky didn't think Emily had offended him. He shrugged and said, "I came here with Eason Wills. He went out with Yammi. I couldn't follow him. I saw that you didn't look well, so I stayed here to have a look."

"Don't be so coquettish. Besides, I have an assistant. My assistant is good." Before Emily could finish her words, Ricky quickly changed the topic.

"By the way, change your wet clothes quickly. Don't catch a cold." Then, Ricky handed Emily's clothes from the back of the chair to her. Emily took them and went to the dressing room to change.

Leaning against the dressing table, Ricky looked around the dressing room of Emily. After changing her clothes and coming out, Emily found that Ricky was still waiting for her in the room. "What?" Now Emily couldn't understand Ricky at all.

"Why are you still here?" Emily was a little surprised. Ricky stood straight and shook his cell phone. "Have you seen the new movie?"

Subconsciously, Emily continued, "you mean the twenty-one carat one? I haven't seen it yet, but I like the hero very much. I can watch almost all his plays, but I don't have time now."

With a slight smile, Emily sat down in front of the mirror and took out the cotton pad to remove her makeup. When she was removing her make-up in front of the mirror, she felt that the other clip on her hair was being removed. She was shocked and suddenly turned around. She saw that Ricky was naturally holding the clip in his hand.

Emily was stunned, but Ricky didn't think there was anything wrong at all. He put the clip back on the table and calmly chatted with Emily.

"I really appreciate that actor, but unfortunately, we haven't cooperated with each other so far." After untying Emily's hair, Ricky picked up the hair dryer on the table and carefully blew Emily's hair.

Emily was expressionless now. She didn't say anything else, but it was too intimate. Emily wanted to have a talk with Ricky later, but unexpectedly, he gently pressed his five fingers on Emily's head and rubbed them.

"Don't move. It's almost done." Emily was shocked and didn't know how to react. She turned around in a daze and looked at herself in the mirror and Ricky who looked calm behind her.

Ricky looked up at Emily in the mirror and smiled, "isn't brown sugar water delicious?" As if waking up from a dream, Emily picked up the brown sugar ginger tea on the table and took a sip.

The atmosphere between the two finally became somewhat harmonious from embarrassment. Suddenly, the door of the dressing room was pushed open from the outside. Emily turned around subconsciously and saw that Eason was standing at the door with a straight face and his hands holding the handle.

On the other side, after changing her clothes in the nanny van, Yammi didn't see Eason Wills. Her carefully chosen backless tight clothes were all in vain!

Yammi bit her lower lip and knocked on Eason Wills's window. The driver inside rolled down the window and looked at her, "Miss Yammi, Mr. Wills is not in the car. He has returned to the film and television base."

Hearing that, Yammi's anger turned into jealousy. But she had no choice because of the presence of Eason Wills's driver.

"Well... Do you know why he came back to the film and television base?" Yammi tried her best to restrain her jealousy. The driver shook his head and slowly rolled up the window.