Mistaking the CEO for a Gigolo novel Chapter 1912

Chapter 1912 Stick To The Script

“After that, we would… we would…” Zayden scratched his head again before turning to Yuvan for help. Yuvan cleared his throat.

“After having my apple snatched from me, I will fall down and weep. His father will then appear and assume that he had been bullying me. After interrogating me and finding out that I am a retarded orphan, he will bring me home and have the doctor take a look at me, only to find out that I am the doctor’s son, and then—”

“Stop!” the director yelled. Your role is a simpleton, not the doctor’s son! Where did that come from? Do you really want to be the doctor’s son that badly? Besides, your blandly delivered lines from earlier tonight remain a problem. You can’t act this way! There is no dynamism of emotion in your scenes.

“I still think that it’s an exciting plot twist,” Yuvan mumbled, abashed that his idea was met with incredulous glances. “Nobody would expect a retard to be the doctor’s son, would they? You wouldn’t have seen this coming, I bet.”

The assistant director stared at him severely. “No, I wouldn’t, because that’s not what the script says! Play your role as the simpleton and do it with passion. If you refuse to cooperate, you’re free to go. The role of the doctor’s son is not yours to play.”

Yuvan heaved a sigh. “Fine, I’ll stick to my role. What a waste of a killer plot twist.”

Evan glanced at Nicole. “He’s a stubborn one, isn’t he? He still wants to play the part of your son!”

“He’s an orphan. He’s probably really lacking motherly love.”

“Why does he have to come to you for it? There are plenty of other women out there to be his mother.”

“It’s possible that he wishes for his mother to be a doctor like I am.”

Evan’s gaze intensified as he gave a noncommittal chuckle. I don’t think it’s as simple as it sounds.

The director approached Sheila cautiously. “Ms. Muir, what say we take a break and let Zayden and Yuvan familiarize themselves with the script again?”