Chapter 386 – My Accidental Bride Is a Fashion Circle Queen Novel

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“I once thought you had a slight temper, but now I’ve finally realized you are simply evil.”

After speaking, Mrs Miller returned to her bedroom like she had made a decision about something.

Previously, she was still hesitant to do what she wanted to do because she still had an ounce of sentiment for the family. But now, she finally knew what was most important to her.

After returning to her bedroom, Mrs Miller held in her tears as she gathered the courage to pick up her phone. She then called her best friend, “Can you help me with a favor? I need to book a hall and I want to invite the media. I want to put an end to some old family matter!”

“We’ll talk about it in person.”

But first, she needed to see Emma one last time.

…

Over the next several days, Emma decided to concentrate all her time on fitness and understanding her character. In order to better understand the minds of writers, Eric organized for her to join a writer’s chat group. It was at this time that she discovered, from conception to completion, how much time and energy was invested into writing a story.

From as broad as the world that the story was set in, down to the tiniest facial detail of a supporting character, everything required careful planning.

Of course, nothing could simply be achieved overnight. In order to truly immerse herself in the script, Emma found a whole heap of foreign disaster films and seriously imagined herself as the main characters.

She also took into consideration whether people would feel shocked by her character once it appeared on screen.

Like this, Emma ended up studying the script and films for an entire day. As Eric arrived home, he discovered Emma was still in the same spot he had left her earlier in the day. So he immediately walked over, stole the script from her hands and turned off the television.

“It’s time for a rest.”

“Just a little while longer…”

“No,” Eric directly confiscated her script and convinced her to return to the bedroom for some rest.

Emma pretended to try and take the script from Eric’s hands, but he simply held it up high, out of her reach. Taking advantage of the situation, she pounced at him and wr*pped her arms around his waist as she laughed, “It feels good to have someone that cares.”

Eric lowered his arms and hugged her, “You should do some exercise to stretch out your muscles.”

“If you let me cook dinner for you, that would stretch out my muscles… Now that I no longer need to appear on the runway, am I finally allowed in the kitchen?”

“Just because you won’t be on the runway, doesn’t mean you can get hurt. If you receive any scars, it won’t look good on camera either.”

“What man would try so hard to prevent his wife from entering the kitchen?” Emma giggled as her eyes curved into arches. “Anyhow, the writer in the film is also a housewife. So, she will eventually need to go into the kitchen anyway.”

“Filming is different.” After speaking, Eric released Emma from his embrace. “This time, the filming schedule will be quite tedious. When that time comes, you will realize how precious your free time right now is.”

“Well, if I can’t cook, then you can’t either. Let’s just get the maid to do it. Come have a nap with me instead.”

Eric looked at Emma’s tired eyes and nodded his head, “Let’s go get changed then.”

The couple headed into the walk-in wardrobe and then returned to the bedroom. But not long after they got into bed, Eric said softly beside Emma’s ear, “Your mum wants to see you. Do you want to see her?”

Emma’s originally closed eyes flew open. After a few seconds, she replied, “No, I don’t want to see her.”

“I’ll reject her for you then.”

Emma calmed back down and once again closed her eyes. However, a few minutes later, she changed her mind, “What time and where does she want to meet?”

“You will meet at Kaleidoscope. I will give you some time alone.”

“OK.”

After giving her answer, Emma buried herself in Eric’s arms and quickly fell asleep.

Inside the dark room, Eric wasn’t actually tired. He was deep in thought because he had been made aware that Mrs Miller had contacted the media. If she didn’t have something huge planned, why would she make such a fuss?

But, what could be so important that she’d contact the media?

While all this was going on, Craig had moved back into his New York home for a good few days. However, Xiner always found an excuse to return home; she would arrive early in the morning and leave again every night.

Who would have thought, trying to get close to someone was such a difficult task. Did she only fear him and not find him attractive at all?

On that particular night, after Xiner helped Craig replace his bandages, she packed up her stuff to leave. But…

Craig suddenly grabbed onto the corner of her shirt and asked, “Can you stay back tonight to help me practice some scenes?”

“No I can’t and I won’t!” Xiner immediately rejected. Was he kidding? She had already tried her best to avoid being alone with him, yet here he was asking her to act with him… If she agreed, wouldn’t she be digging her own grave?

“You don’t need to know how to act. You can play Emma’s role, I’ll lead,” Craig placed the script on the table without looking at Xiner. His voice was indifferent, “I will be heading on set at the end of the month and I haven’t made any preparations. Don’t tell me you want Emma’s first real film to be a flop?”

Xiner’s heart raced but eventually calmed down as she replied, “Fine, I’ll do it.”

Although Craig managed to make her stay, he realized his importance in Xiner’s heart wasn’t even 10% in comparison to Emma. This made him quite unhappy.

He really wanted to teach her a lesson.

After all, he was the socially lazy Craig! Not only was this his first time pursuing a girl, it was also his first time using such a roundabout way to get close to someone; only God knew how much self control he had to endure.

He didn’t like places with a lot of people; he didn’t like to live in New York where he could hear the traffic coming and going; he didn’t like to have back and forth conversations; but…

…for Xiner, he tolerated it all. So, what else did she want from him?

“Let’s do it then…” Xiner put down her leather handbag and sat down opposite Craig, “What do you need me to do?”

Craig looked at her dep**ssed and anxious exp**ssion. In the end, he couldn’t endure any longer as he grabbed the script and asked, “If I was to pursue you, how would you feel?”

Xiner’s eyes grew wide in surprise, “You…you must be joking, right?”

“Uh…yeh, I was just joking,” Craig frustratedly played along, “That was a line from the script…”

“Oh, lucky,” Xiner’s heart almost jumped out of her ch*st.

She then responded by punching him in the ch*st, “You tricky b*stard!”

Craig looked at Xiner like she had something wrong with her head. He then raised the script in his hand and said, “Come, let’s practice.”

“OK.”

“By the way, when can I remove the sling on my arm?”

“Don’t worry, it will definitely be before you commence filming.”

In reality, Xiner had already fl*pped through the script and knew the rough basis of the story; she quite liked it… So, she could already imagine, if Emma and Craig worked together, the film would definitely be imp**ssively spectacular.

If she was to help Craig practice, it would be considered a form of contribution, right?

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