Mia Sutton had been busy lately and hadn’t checked Weibo much, so she had no idea that she and Jensen Sterling had sohow gained CP fans.
anwhile, Caron Grant was growing more and more frustrated with his artist. Nearly a year had passed, and aside from various endorsents, Jensen had only taken two film roles, one of which was just a cao, hardly a ti-consuming effort.
The glamorous na for this was "resting."
Caron: "....???"
Although Jensen Sterling’s film projects had decreased in recent years, he still managed about three films a year. But now, his frequency of accepting roles was so low that it made Caron feel like his client was about to retire from the spotlight.
Who knew how many tis fans had urged them under the studio’s official account.
But even if they nagged themselves to death, there was nothing he could do; his artist was just lazy.
Caron stood next to Jensen, holding a script, watching the artist with his head down, focused on his phone, and spoke earnestly, "Jensen, have you looked at the scripts I’ve been sending you lately? Any catch your interest?"
He sounded like a worry-stricken old nanny.
Jensen didn’t even lift his eyes and replied indifferently, "No."
After speaking, he continued looking at the chat window on his phone, which was a ssage from Clark Jacobs.
"Clark: Jensen, are you there? Where are you?"
"Clark: If you see my ssage, reply quickly. I want to send you sothing."
"Clark: Jensen, Jensen, Jensen!!!"
Seeing this string of ssages, Jensen pressed his lips together, his expression indifferent: "Just say what you have to say."
In those four short words, impatience was evident.
One wouldn’t doubt if Clark continued to babble on, Jensen might just block him the next second.
But Clark didn’t mind Jensen’s attitude towards him; to be more precise, he was used to it.
Because of his chatty nature, he had been blocked more tis than he could count on his fingers.
Jensen was casually looking at his phone, and a mont later, Clark sent over a few docunts and a video.
Jensen didn’t click on the docunts, not knowing what they contained; he could only see his na. But the video was different—the cover image was unmistakably of him and Mia Sutton in their costus from God and Demon Technique.
"Jensen: What’s this?"
"Clark: You’ll know when you watch it." He even added a mysterious emoji at the end.
Jensen’s eyes paused slightly, sitting lazily in his chair, then he clicked open the video.
Since his phone was on silent, the video played with images but no sound.
Jensen glanced at it, and the fingers that had been gently tapping the armrest gradually ca to a stop.
Caron, standing on the other side, saw Jensen’s expression change slightly and approached curiously, "Jensen, what are you watching?"
As Caron leaned over, Jensen quickly turned off the phone screen, lifted his eyes slowly, and glanced at Caron indifferently.
Caron imdiately looked away, laughing awkwardly, "Uh, right, Jensen, I’m not curious at all."
Jensen withdrew his gaze, then stood up from the chair, "The New Year is coming. Let’s not take on any activities for now."
And then he gently patted Caron’s shoulder and walked towards the office door.
After he disappeared, Caron let out a deep sigh. He really was the most unfortunate manager, no doubt about it.
His artist was completely captivated by beauty, utterly lost, with nothing on his mind but his girlfriend, and work had long been cast aside.
As for Jensen, sitting in the car, he put on his Bluetooth headset, leaned back in the seat, and opened the video once again.
The car moved steadily along the road in silence. The driver up front glanced into the rearview mirror, noticing his boss intensely engrossed in his phone, his eyes dark and deep.
After watching the video again, Jensen turned off the phone and closed his eyes tightly, covering the emotions within them.
It was unclear how long it took, but when he reopened them, they were calm once again.
As if recalling sothing, he picked up the phone again.
On the other side, Clark, just about to start a ga, saw the voice ssage from Jensen.
Jensen: You’ve watched all of those?
The tone carried a subtle hint of danger.
Clark didn’t really notice, assuming Jensen was just annoyed by his ssages, he said, "No, soone else sent them to and said it was their current CP crush. When I saw the people in the video were you and your girlfriend, I just sent them to you."
Clark indeed hadn’t seen them; upon receiving them, his first thought was to send them to Jensen, and then soone invited him for a ga, which he played. It was only after finishing that he saw Jensen’s ssage.
After sending the first voice ssage, Clark thought it might be his excessive ssaging that had annoyed Jensen, so he sent a few more.
"Jensen, I’m sorry. I won’t send that many ssages next ti, just..." Let bygones be bygones.
Hearing the first voice ssage, Jensen’s tightly pressed lips gradually relaxed.
He opened the second ssage, but after just a few words, he decisively closed it without bothering with the rest.
Clark entirely missed Jensen’s point, and after sending the ssage and seeing no response from Jensen, he casually complained a couple of tis before continuing his ga.
...
Upon arriving ho, Jensen found that Mia wasn’t there; she had gone with Amanda Sumrs’ team to an event.
Jensen took off his jacket, tossed it casually onto the sofa, and walked into the bathroom.
In the bathroom, warm mist rose, adding a sense of haze. The water from the shower sprayed down, the man reached up, smoothing back his wet hair, tilting his head back.
Unbidden, mories of what he had seen earlier surfaced in his mind, his Adam’s apple subtly bobbing, and with his movents, water droplets slowly slid down.
In reality, the things Clark had sent weren’t anything particularly inappropriate; after all, the two of them didn’t have any intimate monts that could be edited together, and since soone else had sent them to Clark, there was nothing especially unsuitable. The focus was really on capturing the atmosphere.
But so thoughts, long suppressed in the heart, are like caged beasts, occasionally itching to break free, and they need only the slightest nudge.
Jensen might not realize it yet, but this is just the beginning. The speed of so fanfiction out there is truly sothing else.
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