NovelEnglishChapter 1513: She appreciated the positive environment and the dedication of the crew.
With those final words, Harlee exited, leaving behind a motivated director.
The director stood energized, resolved to execute her script flawlessly and fulfill her expectations.
Outside the film set, fans usually crowded the area, eager to catch a glimpse of the production in progress. However, Harlee, determined to keep her role as the screenwriter secret and avoid early leaks of the show, had stationed personnel to secure the perimeter, creating an unusually calm atmosphere.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEmerging from the set, Harlee's gaze immediately fell upon a sleek black Bentley at the roadside. A smile formed as she quickened her pace toward it. Inside the Bentley, Rhys was wrapping up a call with Brixton regarding overseas business. Catching sight of Harlee, he swiftly said, "That's enough for today. Proceed as planned, and I'll join you soon to address any complications." With that, Rhys ended the call, exited the vehicle, and approached Harlee. He courteously opened her door and then clasped her chilled hands in his, warming them gently. With a tone filled with concern, he asked, "What's made your hands so cold?" Standing in the open space, Harlee looked up slowly, her smile tender, and her eyes sparkling softly under the streetlights, focused entirely on Rhys.
Such moments of vulnerability from Harlee were rare treasures for Rhys. Caught off guard by her expression, he looked down, his smile shining brightly, his eyes soft and full of love.
"Every day, I find myself loving you more," he said softly, his voice rich with emotion.
Start your next adventure at galHarlee's expression shifted subtly, and she teased, "Oh? Was your love less before?" The romantic atmosphere was abruptly shattered.
Rhys chuckled, his expression a mixture of affection and exasperation, as he gently pinched her neck.
"You always know how to spoil a perfect moment." Harlee's smirk was mischievous.
As they exchanged words, the distinct click of a camera shutter broke the peace.
Rhys and Harlee snapped their attention to a figure concealed behind a large tree.
A freelance paparazzi, fully disguised, nervously tried to hide her camera. The moment she had just witnessed had been too beautiful to resist, and she had taken a picture, unaware that the camera she was using that day had such a loud shutter.
The paparazzi, familiar with the industry, immediately recognized Rhys and Harlee. As she reviewed her shots, content with the capture, the realization dawned that she had photographed Harlee and Rhys, known for their privacy. Panic struck her, eyes wide, hands clenched, as dread filled her.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe paparazzi had heard others in the industry say that Harlee and Rhys despised being photographed without their permission. What she had just done... Summoning her courage, she looked over, and a chill ran through her. She felt she was really finished this time.
Rhys' gaze turned cold as he glanced at the paparazzi. He turned back to Harlee, his voice soothing. "Get in the car. I'll handle this." With Rhys by her side, Harlee didn't need to worry about such matters. She hummed in approval and slid into the car.
Meanwhile, the paparazzi were mentally preparing to call for help as Rhys approached.
When the paparazzi saw Rhys standing in front of her, she was startled and let out an instinctive gasp. Immediately, she lowered her head, overwhelmed with fear and tension.
"I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to take photos of you and your wifen without permission," the paparazzi stammered, her voice trembling.
"I'm a professional paparazzi. I was here to take pictures of the filming crew, and when I saw that scene with you and your wife, I thought it was too beautiful. I just... I just raised my camera. I didn't mean to, I..."
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