Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The character she played was the innocent type. Her makeup made her look pitiful, and she spoke in a soft and weak voice.

"Christopher, can I ask you a few questions? There are some things I don't quite understand."

Before Christopher could respond, I stepped in front of him, flashing a practiced smile.

"Sorry, Miss Moore, but Christopher is getting his makeup done. It's not convenient right now."

Christopher, from behind, suddenly chimed in.

"It won't be convenient even after I'm done."

Melody's face almost fell, and she hurried away.

I thought that was the end of it, but when the director called for a cut during filming, she started playing tricks again. The behind-the-scenes photographer was holding a camera, and she leaned into Christopher's arms.

In a moment of quick thinking, I took a step forward and caught her, while Christopher discreetly stepped back. He gave me a thumbs-up.

If Christopher had caught her, it could have been used to generate buzz and attract shippers. If he hadn't, people would accuse him of being arrogant.

A win-win plan.

The last scene of the day involved the female lead's servant climbing into the male lead's bed, getting caught by the female lead, who then heartbreakingly confronted the servant.

The problem was, we were short one servant.

And so, I became the servant.

According to the script, Melody's character called me into the room, tearfully sharing her struggles and how we had to rely on each other at the Barnes Residence.

But as soon as the door closed, Melody slapped me across the face, furious.

"No wonder you're always making eyes at Master Barnes, you shameless wretch! People like you are only fit to be servants for life. Don't you dare dream otherwise!"

I was stunned by the slap and couldn't follow the original lines. Instead, I played the role of an ambitious servant.

"Why don't you think about why you can't keep Master Barnes? Even without me, there will be others in the future."

"You little brat, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

She raised her hand again, clearly intending to slap me again. I instinctively closed my eyes.

Christopher stepped in, pulling me aside and gently pushing Melody away.

"Usually so frail, but turns out you're a jealous woman. If you keep this up, I'll give you divorce papers!"

The plot was getting messier, and the director finally called for a cut.

As soon as we stopped, Christopher grabbed my face, inspecting it seriously.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

I glared at him. "How about I give you a slap and you tell me?"

Melody also came over, looking at me with a guilty expression.

"Sorry, I had a sudden burst of inspiration and didn't get a chance to discuss it with you."

I've seen more drama than she's had hot dinners, so I could tell she was lying.

But as Christopher's assistant, I couldn't risk his reputation, so I swallowed my anger.

"I understand. I still have a lot to learn from you, Miss Moore. Your improvisation is impressive."

Christopher stood beside me, looking at me with frustration and gritted teeth.

After the shoot resumed, he gave Melody a loud slap, making her face turn red.

Meeting Melody's gaze, he shook his hand and lightly repeated.

"Sorry, I had a sudden burst of inspiration and didn't get a chance to discuss it with you."

Suddenly, Christopher's image in my mind grew much more impressive.

I only had a walk-on role, so my part was quickly done.

Christopher, the male lead, was in the studio from morning till night, with no end in sight.

Feeling sleepy, I decided to order some desserts for the crew, helping Christopher build goodwill.

It wasn't until after ten that we finally wrapped up.

Christopher, looking exhausted, slumped into the car, closing his eyes to rest.

For the first time, I directly experienced his workload and suddenly understood his mental state.

Who wouldn't feel overwhelmed with such a workload?