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Chapter 155
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155 Who’s Your Male Lead
Scarlett’s POV
He knows nothing!
“I have never followed you anywhere,” I fold my arms, feeling safer. His suspicion is only about that night. No way he would ever suspect that I heard his dark plan, too.
“You FAILED to,” He corrects me in an arrogant tone. Lucas’s pride would definitely refute if he was here. But he isn’t.
“Are you always this paranoid, or you don’t know the possible consequences of slan grin at him, and he purses his lips into a smirk, not talking back.
Lawyer?” I
“Mr. Scott,” James Deep makes way and Oliver Scott follows us out, and so does Damian Vanderbilt. I follow them, and can’t help but throw peeks at him from the side.
This man is my brother? Biological one? Like Gabriel to Ava? He is taller than Gabriel, but not as bulky. He wears thin glasses, but somehow I just feel like he is not any less a fighter than Gabriel. What would it be like if he was as protective of his sister as Gabriel of Ava?
“Like what you see?” He suddenly turns around and catches my glance. I roll my eyes and look away, not missing his taunting chuckle.
Meanie!
“Scott,” He nods in an indifferent tone, ignoring me. I frown with my eyes shut, forcing myself to not look at him. Oliver Scott sends him off before he comes back to me and James Deep: “So, this is the big writer that I have to impress for the role?”
I frown, leaning away from him. I don’t like him. I don’t like how he plays familiar with everyone even if just met for the first time. And he is always smiling, hiding his true self behind the blinding smile. But he was as evil as Damian Vanderbilt!
“He would be the mean girl’s admirer,” James Deep tells me with a straight face, “The character is added too late so I didn’t have time to find the best fit like everyone else, but he is a great actor, and he does have a lot of what Adrian–I mean, Edward has.”
My ear tips burn at that slip of the tongue.
“Oops,” Oliver Scott raises his eyebrows exaggeratingly, “Did I just hear some dirty little secret of the high
tier-”
“It’s not like that!” I frown, but my rebuttal only widens his grin.”
Jerrrrrrrk!
“What’s it like then?” Oliver Scott curves his lips, leaning his face close to mine just like how Gabriel would when he teased me. I flinch by instinct because what follows is never good.
“I’m sorry,” Oliver Scott frowns lightly, taking a step back, “I don’t mean to startle you.”
“I’m fine!” I grunt in frustration, mostly to myself, “It’s nothing personal but you are far from Edward is all. Sorry!”
155 Who’s Your Male Lead
Not looking at either of the men, I went to the shooting scene that was ready for the director’s eyes, pretending to be interested. Adrian wasn’t in love with me, but when he mistook me for Aurora, what i saw was a reliable, loyal man who was fun and a bit flirty, but who cared about me with a comfortable distance kept between us.
Maybe Oliver Scott was fun, a bit flirty, and handsome, and maybe he can act as if he is reliable and loyal, but it just doesn’t feel right! NôvelDrama.Org © content.
I close my eyes, blocking the thought of a possible prejudice entering my mind. I don’t want him. Not as Adward. Not as the perfect lover in my mind who pulled me out of my darkest moment
James Deep comes and sits down. His eyes are on the scene in front of us. Throwi 1 start: “I’m sorry-
nervous peek,
It’s okay.” James Deep looks surprised, “It’s your character. If anyone has the right to say who is right and wrong for the roles, it’s you.”
“Thanks for being so nice and understanding about this!” I fold my hands in gratitude, “I mean, I have no problem with Mr. Scott’s acting skills. Maybe, maybe if we make him swap the role with the male lead?”
James Deep already raises his hand for the scene, but hearing this he puts down his hand, his insightful eyes nailed on me. I gulp by instinct, feeling his eyes scanning my soul.
“You don’t like Oliver Scott for a perfect lover’s role, yet you want him for the male lead?” He suddenly asks. “Uhhh-“I stutter, but he obviously doesn’t care about that–
“You don’t love your male lead anymore, do you?”
In his judgy eyes, I take a step back in panic, only to bump into someone behind me and he puts his hand on my waist to help me stand.
“Sorry!” I turn around in a hurry, but he won’t let me push his hand away. “S–Sebastian?!”
He not only ignores my push, but pulls me right into his arms, his soulful eyes meeting mine: “Is your male lead…me?