When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster Chapter 543: Love Is Actually Bitter

Kylie Fletcher was wearing a white tweed-style dress, holding a few books and so materials in her hands. She walked down the tree-lined path and stopped at the bus stop to wait for the bus.

Two photographers were with her, capturing both wide and close shots.

A Maybach slowly approached, and as it passed in front of her, its tire pressed into a puddle, splashing slushy snow all over Kylie Fletcher! It even splattered onto her face.

"Ah!" She instinctively dodged, with snow bits hanging from her hair. "Are you crazy?"

The car stopped not far ahead.

Timothy Bennett, playing the male lead Kyle Gable, had striking looks. He wore a long black coat, opened the door, and got out of the car, walking toward her...

In so way, Kylie Fletcher thought he looked a lot like Byron Moss. For a mont, she was stunned and lost in thought.

It wasn’t until Timothy reached her that she snapped back and forgot to say her lines.

"Cut! Kylie Fletcher!" the director frowned, a bit annoyed. "How many tis is this now? Why are you spacing out again?"

Her filming this afternoon was entirely out of sorts.

"Sorry, sorry..." Kylie Fletcher hurriedly ca to her senses after being yelled at by the director. "I... I didn’t an to."

Because a similar scene in this drama had once happened between her and Byron Moss.

Byron drove past a puddle that day, splashing her with water.

She angrily shouted at him, and he got out of the car, apologizing like a gentleman, even taking her to a nearby mall to buy clothes.

That’s how they got to know each other...

Byron left a deep first impression on her, a true gentleman, gentle and refined. Conversations with him always felt like a refreshing spring breeze.

But later, despite their initial closeness, an inexplicable distance grew between them, less than ordinary friends.

Recalling this always made Kylie Fletcher feel very sad.

"What’s wrong? Are you out of sorts today?"

The director wasn’t too harsh because he knew her identity, knowing she was President Lancaster’s person.

Therefore, the director patiently said, "Kylie, if you’re not feeling it today, should we wrap up and shoot tomorrow?"

Kylie Fletcher felt imnse pressure, "No, no, no, director, please give another chance." She took a deep breath, apologized to the staff, and decided to give it another go.

This scene had already been shot three tis, each ti stopped because of her mood, her distraction, forgetting her lines.

"Okay, get ready!"

Just like that, Kylie Fletcher and Timothy Bennett fild the scene of their encounter again.

Timothy Bennett, as the male lead, had gained so fa in the industry and brought his own following, with a few notable works as his representative pieces.

But he wasn’t arrogant at all, nor did he have the airs of a senior. He was very accommodating toward newcor Kylie Fletcher, always working on his craft.

It took half an hour to shoot a take that satisfied the director.

"Alright, alright, that’s a wrap for today." The director, noticing Kylie Fletcher’s off mood, ca over to ask, "Kylie, are you not in a good mood? Heartbroken?"

Kylie instantly looked up, "No, no, I don’t even have a boyfriend yet."

The director encouraged her a bit more and then turned to leave.

At this mont, Timothy ca over, "Hey, Kylie, am I pressuring you?"

"No, no," Kylie Fletcher apologized, "Sorry, it’s my first ti acting, sorry for holding you up. I’ll definitely get more familiar with my lines."

"It’s alright, no one is born knowing how to act." Timothy smiled comfortably, "Want to leave together? Have dinner tonight? We could get to know each other better, maybe you’ll feel better in the scenes tomorrow?"

But Kylie’s mind was filled with Byron Moss, so she declined him, "Sorry, I have plans tonight."

Timothy didn’t insist, just smiled and nodded, then turned to leave.

After wrapping up, Kylie Fletcher held her phone, struggled in her heart for a long ti, and hesitated for a long while before finally losing control and sending a WeChat ssage to Byron Moss—

She told him—

Byron, I wrapped up work. Do you want to have hot pot with ? Are you free?

The ssage was sent.

Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed...

Yet the ssage seed to sink like a stone into the ocean, with no reply.