Chapter 1034: Chapter 1034: Even the eyelashes are about to get out and rock
David Locke managed to clear his na this ti, but… a quirky persona is sothing he’s stuck with.
Luckily, people are used to geniuses having strange personalities and volatile tempers. After a bout of laughter, it’s not entirely unacceptable.
After all, genuine geniuses in the industry are rare, and David Locke staying up late playing cards—just cards, with a few pretty won, playing three card poker—it seems… pretty easy to accept?
The turn of events caught everyone off guard.
The entire afternoon the internet buzzed about David’s moves, while he ordered the company’s marketing accounts to promote his works and highlight the issue of “The Geisha” being unjustly delayed.
Now that David’s popularity is soaring, coupled with Mary Scott deliberately leading the public to understand that although David can be aggressive and sharp-tongued at tis, he isn’t targeting won, nor anyone, but is solely focused on perfecting his work. Given that his work is indeed impressive, this guidance led to netizens who criticized him as a fool in the afternoon now beginning to champion his cause by evening.
As the protagonist of the incident, after browsing the netizens’ reactions, David finally lifts his head, ends his day’s work, only to find Miss Scott, who was previously at the forefront of eating gossip, unknowingly asleep on the sofa.
David stands up and walks over, looking at the woman sleeping quietly and gracefully on the sofa, his tense heart softens. He gently rubs the faint dark circles under her eyes, and then drapes his coat over Mary.
Martin Jonah enters to report the remaining work progress and sees his boss cautiously shushing him and then bending down to carry Mary out.
As he walks past Martin, he quietly says, “Take care of the rest.”
After saying this, David carries Mary out of the office nonchalantly, entirely indifferent to the shock the staff might feel seeing this scene.
After being fed a mouthful of witness PDA, Martin burps and continues working, silently thankful that his sister didn’t see the scene earlier, or she’d undoubtedly turn into a green-eyed monster.
anwhile, David steadily carries Mary downstairs amidst the stunned gazes of others, then smirks as they exit the elevator, “Stop pretending.”
Mary reluctantly opens her eyes, “How did you know I was awake?”
“Your eyelashes were about to start a rock concert.” After teasing her, David notices Mary still clinging to his chest, “Are you sure you don’t want to get down? My legs might break again.”
Mary was about to protest at the first part, but as soon as David’s last sentence ca out, her desire to argue was snuffed out. She hurdles out of David’s arms and squats down to check his legs, “Not hurt, are they?”
“Guess.” David’s smile broadens.
Mary realizes she’s been tricked and, in frustrated embarrassnt, stands up to confront him, but David suddenly pulls her in by the waist and heads for the car.
As soon as they get in the car, Mary nervously asks what’s up, and David points to a hidden figure nearby, “We’ve been photographed.”
Mary panics, “What do we do now?”
“It’s fine. We’re a married couple, hugging and cuddling is no big deal.” David leans back leisurely, continuing to hold Mary close.
Mary finally catches on, “Then why did you run with just now?”
Suddenly questioned, David responds, “…Would you believe it’s an instinctive reaction?”
“I’m not buying that, but let remind you of sothing.” Mary brushes off David’s wandering hand and points to his lips.
David’s confusion leads him to touch his face and freeze, eventually glancing outside to find his mask alone on the ground.
Mary helpfully adds, “You dropped it when you put down.”
So if that mont was captured by the paparazzi, David’s facial injury would be fully exposed.
David obviously realizes this too, slumping back into the car seat, thinking about how, after today’s video leaked, a few provocateurs in the group chat taunted that he wasn’t fooling around but incapable. So netizens even speculated he was lacking in so aspects. Now, if it gets exposed that his wife really did hit him, what’s left of his dignity?
For a mont, David didn’t feel like speaking from his dejection.
Watching David that way, Mary didn’t comfort him, instead laughed gloatingly.
The dispirited man suddenly turns toward her like a hungry wolf. Startled, Mary ducks closer to the car window, “What are you doing? Dobbin Locke, I’m warning you not to ss around, we’re in the underground parking lot, there are reporters outside… um…”
Before Mary could finish talking, David fiercely seals her lips with a kiss, leading to a long, near-stifling passionate kiss.
Only when Mary’s breath becos labored, and her lips are numb does David let go, satisfied, giving Mary an okay gesture.
Mary is puzzled, but the man has already instructed the driver, who had been pretending to be invisible up front, to start driving. The next mont, the driver takes off like soone hit his pressure point.
When they reach ho, Mary is still a bit confused, wondering what David’s intention was. Until she opens the latest entertainnt news notification, showcasing the footage taken earlier in the underground parking lot.
David’s facial injury was indeed exposed, but due to the distance, the reporter didn’t capture clear bruising, only fingernail scratches. Coupled with the heated kiss inside the car, most comnts assud they were marks of deep emotion rather than traces of Mary’s slap on David.
Unraveling the mystery, Mary looks at him and silently gives him a thumbs up. As expected from Director Locke, truly clever, a single passionate kiss successfully saved face!
Mary chuckles uncontrollably, only for David to pull her into the entrance, “That funny?”
“Nope.” Though Mary denies it, the grin in her eyes refuses to be suppressed, and unchecked laughter results in David pinning her against the entryway for another kiss. Unlike the one in the car, this punishing kiss is more domineering. With no need for discretion at ho, David’s actions are bolder and more uninhibited.
Moreover, as their relationship deepens, David gets to know Mary’s body better, aware of her every sensitive spot.
Mary initially struggles, but soon, weak in the knees from the kiss, clutches David’s collar tightly, her eyes misty and scattered.
The sight heats up David’s eyes, turning what was supposed to be a punitive kiss into sothing else entirely.
Bam…
Just as their kiss reaches new heights and emotions stretch to a peak, a sudden “bam” sounds nearby.
The noise isn’t loud, but it makes both turn their heads to see the cooking maid nervously watching them, waving her hand as she picks up a cup from the floor, “Carry on, carry on…”
Mary, David, “…”
After a mont of daze, Mary Scott’s cheeks blushed visibly, then she pushed David Locke away and rushed towards the bathroom on the first floor like the wind.
David Locke was taken aback by Mary Scott’s reaction, then lightly coughed, stiffly put on the jacket he had taken off, and avoided the aunt’s apologetic face, pretending to be nonchalant as he went upstairs.
The two waited for the aunt to leave before going downstairs together for dinner.
Even so, Mary Scott’s face was still suspiciously red, and she didn’t have a pleasant expression when looking at David Locke.
David Locke felt wronged; how could he have known the aunt was still ho? He awkwardly touched his nose, “Mary…”
“Don’t talk to .” Mary Scott interrupted David Locke, as now, whenever the man spoke to her, she couldn’t help but think of the scene from earlier, feeling so embarrassed she might want to crawl out of her skin.
David Locke looked at Mary Scott, still flustered and unable to calm down, and chuckled, “Aren’t you usually pretty thick-skinned?”
Mary Scott glared at him.
David Locke raised his hands in surrender, “Alright, I won’t say anything.”
After dinner, Mary Scott was feeling glum, only to receive a video call from Mia Anderson.
Mary Scott answered, and Mia Anderson eagerly gossiped, “Are things with Director Locke that exciting? Kissing in the underground parking lot, is Director Locke that wild? Can’t you two keep it down? Now your news is all over the internet, Mary, you’re completely famous!”
“Ha, am I willing?” Mary Scott forced a smile, feeling a bit resentful, that wretched man truly made her unable to face the world.
“So Director Locke and Lilian Saxton were really playing three card poker? It’s hard to believe Director Locke looks this way in front of other won. Could Director Locke truly be incapable? I see soone secretly implying sothing about him!” Mia Anderson seed particularly excited about the gossip today.
Mary Scott was speechless; how could anyone think that man is incapable? She had been feeling sore since she left the house this morning.
But before she could reply, Mia Anderson had already drawn her own conclusion, “Seeing you this morning all sore and exhausted, looking like you’ve been thoroughly spent, it doesn’t seem so. It appears Director Locke truly loves you!”
Mary Scott, “…” How do you know?
“By the way, did you know Lilian Saxton disappeared? Soone found out she’s Arthur Cook’s fling, and this ti she ssed with Director Locke to avenge Arthur Cook. She’s quite foolish; a man like Arthur Cook needs her revenge, now she’s caught herself up in it!” Mia Anderson sighed.
Mary Scott recalled David Locke’s conversation with Martin Jonah in the office. It seed Lilian Saxton was forced to act because of her brother, but David Locke clearly didn’t want her to know too much. Lilian Saxton’s disappearance now might not be accidental, and David Locke must have his reasons for not wanting her to know too much. Mary Scott didn’t respond to Mia Anderson, directly shifting her attention, “After I left, what did you and Best Actor Jeas specifically talk about?”
“What? As soon as you guys left, Best Actor Jeas handed over to his assistant. But you almost made forget; I’m sending you a novel, rember to finish it so you’re not completely lost when the script cos out.” Mia Anderson finally rembered her work.
Mary Scott agreed, then heard Mia Anderson speak with so disappointnt, “Hornby said he’ll be representing you and Best Actor Jeas from now on.”
“Hornby?”
“He’s Best Actor Jeas’ agent Michael Jeas.” Mia Anderson explained.
Mary Scott frowned, “Didn’t we agree you’ll be my agent?”
“That was before; with Hornby available, we’d naturally choose him. His skills are well-known. He’s also Best Actor Jeas’ agent; he’s very competent and has great connections. I’ll study under him for a while, then once I’m strong enough, I’ll fight to take you back,” Mia Anderson quickly regained her spirit, her energy visible even through the screen.
Mary Scott looked at the girl who accompanied her since her humble beginnings, now with an optimistic attitude, and chuckled lightly, “Alright, I’ll wait for you!”
After ending the video, Mary Scott received the novel resources sent by Mia Anderson, along with the contact details of Michael Jeas on Facebook.
Once Mary Scott added him, he imdiately sent her a schedule without a word.
Mary Scott was stunned looking at it, sending three question marks in a row to the other party.
Soon Michael Jeas replied, “This is your itinerary for the week.”
“I know, but is going to the company every day at eight for physical, vocal, and dance training serious?” Mary Scott looked at the densely arranged schedule, nearly fainting.
Yet Michael Jeas paid no heed to her mood, directly adding, “There’s also acting and diction; I’ll have the driver pick you up tomorrow morning.”
Mary Scott typed out an ellipsis.
Michael Jeas seed to ponder briefly before replying again, “I’ve seen your resu; although your acting isn’t too bad and your diction is fine, compared to truly good actors, there’s still quite a gap. These are just fundantals; we’ll add other courses once you improve.”
“I’m starting ‘The Doctors’ in March, and there’s a variety show recording next week, this course…”
Mary Scott used ellipsis, hoping the other party would understand, then saw Michael Jeas very chanically reply, “I’ve already left ti in your schedule for notifications. As for ‘The Doctors,’ I’ve reviewed your role, it’s not too heavy, I’ll arrange a teacher to follow the group, providing guidance in various aspects at any ti.”
Mary Scott swallowed, pulling up the schedule she just looked at, her expression particularly complex. It’s too packed, isn’t it? There’s no gap, how will she morize scripts and research novel characters?
David Locke erged from the study, seeing Mary Scott looking like she’d taken a heavy blow, he approached curiously, watching Mary Scott raise her phone to him with resignation, “Best Actor Jeas lent his agent.”
“Isn’t this a good thing? Mia Anderson is still too inexperienced and needs practice; who brings who between you two is still uncertain,” David Locke casually comforted Mary Scott.
Mary Scott pointed at the phone, “The schedule he gave .”
David Locke realized then, looking at the arrangents Michael Jeas made for Mary Scott, he chuckled, “You want to be an artist and are afraid of hardship?”
“Isn’t it too full?” Mary Scott complained, worried about her future as a normal person.
“Most artists start like this; it was only because your previous company was unprofessional that you thought being an artist was leisurely.” David Locke scanned briefly, not seeing anything excessive.
“But there’s no ti left for to morize scripts and read novels. Didn’t you say after ‘The Doctors’ ends, I’d dive into another group seamlessly?” Mary Scott blinked her shimring eyes and asked.
David Locke wore a wake-up face, “Specifically allocate ti for you to morize scripts and read novels? Moll Scott, why don’t you dream?”
Mary Scott, “…”
She suddenly had a bad premonition; life was finally going to hit her hard!
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