NovelEnglishAfter finishing her coffee, Sherilyn glanced at her watch.
"I've got a meeting this afternoon. Tto head out." "Okay." Sherilyn stood still, watching him get into his car and speed away.
Suddenly, she felt a bit dazed.
This thoughtful and considerate Mr. Gilbert - was he really the sperson who had been so cold and distant in the past? However, the more he improved, the more vividly her memories of the past emerged in her mind.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe cold breeze made Sherilyn wrap her coat tighter around herself before she turned to go back inside.
Finding sfree time, Sherilyn decided to visit the TV station.
Lauren had called, telling her she'd left sbelongings at the station and that she had gathered them for her to pick up when she had a moment.
Upon arriving, Sherilyn found Lauren, collected her things, and was about to leave when she bumped into a familiar face.
Blake was on his phone, sounding quite urgent, "No, it's just not glamorous enough. What do you mean by 'enough'? Alright... I get it..." After hanging up, Blake couldn't help but curse under his breath, "Damn it! Why don't you try finding something then?" "Director Blake?" Sherilyn waved at him with a small, shy smile. "Hi, long tno see." "Sherilyn?" Blake, both surprised and delighted, took Sherilyn's hand. "It's been ages! How have you been?" "Good, pretty good." "What brings you to the TV station?" "Oh, that." Sherilyn chuckled, briefly explaining her reason for being there.
Hearing her, Blake's eyes widened, "So, you mean to say you're not dancing with the company anymore?" "Right," Sherilyn nodded.
At that time, she hadn't known about her ectopic pregnancy.
But due to personal reasons and having already troubled Daphne a few times, returning to the dance company was out of the question.
"Oh my." Blake's eyes lit up with an idea as he gripped Sherilyn's hand tighter. "Sherilyn, you have to helpout!" "Huh?" Sherilyn, puzzled yet amused, replied, "Blake, I don't think I can..." "It's true!" Blake looked genuinely distressed. "Mr. Marshall's latest film is searching for its leading lady, meant to embody the epitof her We've auditioned countless actresses, but none have met Mr. Marshall's standards-he keeps saying they're not beautiful enough!" Sherilyn's eyes sparkled, suspecting where this was heading.
"Sherilyn!" Before she could think any further, Blake blurted out, "Helpout! Mr. Marshall would definitely be pleased with you!" As expected! Sherilyn instinctively wanted to decline, "Blake, I'm not sure I'm the right choice..." "Don't worry!" Blake seemed to understand her her this time. Mr. Marshall hesitation. "You don't have to mea the has the final say, and that's all that matters!" "This..." Sherilyn was at a loss for words.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"What's stopping you?"
Blake encouraged her. "You're not with the dance company anymore, right? It's a small role, easy money. Why not?" Sherilyn frowned, torn. "Please, Sherilyn." Blake pleaded, his hands clasped together. "It's just this one small part it's not like it'll draWoindustry forever. Can you the Sherilyn hesitated.
After all, Blake had been kind to her, and she did have sfree time.
"Well..." Sherilyn bit her lip, "Can Lat least get smore details first?" "Of course!"
Blake quickly took out his phone. "I'll send you an address. Cseefirst thing tomorrow morning!" "Okay, then." "Thank you, Sherilyn! You're a lifesaver!" X
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