The Promise of Happiness (Natalie and Samuel) novel Chapter 470

Chapter 470 Fiction Into Reality

At the set, the crew had just commenced work on the rain sequence where the downpour was to batter furiously upon the extravagantly dressed Wendy and Lucas.

With eight cameras trained on the male and female leads, everyone had been looking forward to this as it was the finale.

“Why did you lie to me? Why?” Drenched by the rain till her face turned pallid, the look in her eyes reflected the equivocal feelings she felt for the emperor. “You were the one who destroyed my country, yet I did everything to help you ascend to the throne. I’ve even managed your harem as well as bore you children!”

“Return to my side.” The dazed emperor spread his arms as he looked at the woman.

The woman removed the hairpin from her crown and regarded the man with tears of hatred while the guards held their positions with arrows loaded and bowstrings drawn. Then, the woman did the most unexpected.

She plunged the hairpin into her left breast, dyeing her own robes a fresh shade of crimson.

“No!”

The emperor clutched the woman in his arms and broke down in anguish, yet he was unable to rouse any sort of response from his beloved.

All those present at the location watched as their eyes welled. As soon as the director yelled for a “cut”, the masses broke into rapturous applause.

So deeply immersed in his role was Lucas that he was unable to recover from his crying immediately.

When she roused within Lucas’ embrace, the slightly self-conscious Wendy tried to coax him, “Come on now, Lucas. Look, I’m not dead yet!”

Seeing Wendy’s smile did somewhat help him recover a little better from that state of grief he was in.

Not too far away from them, Natalie looked on at the interaction between Wendy and Lucas with a contented and matronly smile.

Less than two or three months in without seeing them, these two seemed to have gotten into it for real. The affection within their eyes was definitely not part of the act.

As an award-winning thespian, Lucas had always conducted himself impeccably, impressing others with his acting chops, and seldom, if ever, counted on controversy to draw attention to himself.

The setting would be a private room, a secluded space where the latter two would be able to let loose from their public persona.

“Mr. Becker could not be here with me because he had to accompany his wife to a prenatal,” said Natalie while she produced two sets of monetary gifts. “He got me to bring this to you though, and wishes to convey his congratulations on a job well done.”

Wendy and Lucas smiled appreciatively when they received the gifts.

When the former needed to use the restroom, Natalie was left alone inside the suite with Lucas.

Natalie shuffled closer to Lucas as she wanted to lean into his ear.

But when she recalled what Samuel said to her just earlier in the morning, she repeated them to herself as a reminder and chose to maintain a healthy distance instead.

Then, she withdrew her hand sheepishly and coughed.

“I assume that you wanted to ask whether I had any feelings for Wendy, isn’t that right, Ms. Nichols?”