Surprised Wife With Twins novel Chapter 1968

Chapter 1968 Angel is afraid

Spencer, of course, would not admit it. He calmly explained, "I was just about to reach out when she fell too fast."

The director was speechless.

At this moment, Angel, drenched, was supported onto the shore. Covered in water, her wet hair stuck to her face, making her head look larger.

She had really twisted her ankle this time, unable to stand even with support, a sharp pain causing her to shiver.

Droplets of water adorned her face, breathing heavily, unable to even open her eyes. Her frightened heart slowly calmed down.

Angel, at this moment, captured everyone's attention. She clearly heard Spencer's nonchalant explanation earlier, infuriating her to sneeze twice, unable to argue.

Cold! Bone-chilling cold!

A gust of evening wind made Angel shiver uncontrollably.

She was so disheveled, and being stared at by so many people was simply too embarrassing. It felt like being played and suffering in silence.

The director's face turned purple, mind blank for a few seconds, unable to convey any instructions.

After all, it was early spring. Although wearing an evening dress would suit this temperature, getting into the water really tested one's physical strength.

"Hurry, take her to dry off! Quickly change clothes and touch up her makeup!"

The director checked the time on his wrist and added, "Staff, clean up the water on set!"

Water was everywhere, unexpected to be delayed because of this incident.

Angel was assisted off, changed her clothes, and after reapplying her makeup, Adelaide used a towel to dry her hair in the dressing room. Onlookers whispered, "Was it intentional?"

Who knows?

Angel didn't answer. While she thought it was deliberate too, she also couldn't figure out whether Spencer had reached out his hand or not. Was it because they hadn't rehearsed in advance, hence unable to cooperate well?

She liked him, so she was still trying to find reasons for him. That's how women are, how lowly people are.

"Do you two... want to discuss? Can we reshoot now?" The director had just been busy and came over, "Are there any precautions you need to go over?"

Angel took a deep breath. She withdrew her gaze from Spencer's face, remaining silent.

Spencer also stayed quiet.

The director, standing in front of them, found it strange, "Did you... have a fight?"

"No," Spencer looked at the director with a casual tone, "Let's start shooting."

The director nodded, then looked at Angel, "What about you? Are you ready? Do you remember your lines? How's your state?"

Having fallen into the water just now, looking back at the glistening pool, there was a hint of fear the second time, and definitely not in the same state as before.

"I'll try." Angel stepped away, while Spencer continued to stand by the pool. He was like the protagonist of the night, exuding arrogance and a chilly demeanor.

He would punish this woman in his own way.